Friday, April 24, 2009

My penitent heart was heavy praying in Church
I knelt sorrowfully until completing my search
for You, Lord,
were coming t'ward me in robe of rose
Gently lifting me up to a blessed and sweet repose.

The gift of Your Divine Presence, how can it be?
I can still see Your coming, Lord, walking towards me
Cupping my elbows with Your tender and loving hands.

You invite me to follow You ~ if I would perchance?
Satan swiftly flees at Your firm commands
And I'm free to waltz with You
in the Heavenly dance.

This is the place I never want to leave;
My soul to Yours will forever cleave.
Invite me again ~ if You would perchance?
That I may join You once more
in the Heavenly dance.

© Mel Patterson, 4-24-09

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