I feel His fingers sliding down my face
I know that I must leave this behind
Forgoing my sun-dress
The leaves retrieve my bonnet
I kick off my flats
And barefoot know my path
I have given all my riches
And left my carriage easily
The sun shines over the horizon
It's my future, certainly
He smiles at my approach
Naked, He accepts me
Clothes me in Himself
He made a home for me
A place to rest, eternally
And we are one
Saturday, June 20, 2009
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