True Worship...
My Sweet Jesus
Your face is like the morning sun
as it rises over the horizon
You are clothed in white
sitting on the throne…
I bow at your feet.
lifting up my hands in worship.
my mind as clear as crystal
as I pour out my heart of humility.
"Be merciful to this sinner."
Then as your hands reach down
raising my head
drying my tear stained face
the Holy Spirit floods me
with rivers of grace...
all I can say is I love you
and pray this moment never ends.
Amen such a beautiful and humble poem. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteThank you and GOD bless.
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