Gentle
Love
1-5-2016
As
the ocean meets the shore,
Your
love is forever coming to me.
Pulling
at my soul, calling me,
Into
the depths of Your love.
In
the whispering wind,
Your
love gently rests on me.
Like
the sweet caress of young love,
Your
Spirit moves upon my heart.
Your
love is softer than the glistening snow,
That
gently falls outside my window panes.
More
pure than the driving snow,
That
pushes away debris.
Your
loving woos never cease
All
day long and well in the darkness of night,
Your
love draws me into Your presence,
Daring
me to know You more.
No comments:
Post a Comment