What is life without His Love?
Imagine the drizzle of rain
And how He controls its speed
Like a turner on our radio set
Even in His sleeping lids
His works were awesomely sculptured by His words
That I could almost kiss the sky
For shining so brightly.
As i stare into this beautiful night
And its cool breeze arouses the urge in me
To dance a waltz
Rythmically to the chisselling sounds of creative Ambiance
I wish to be craddled in your warmth
And breath through your assuring hug.
All through the months of human birth
His beauty fed our common earth
With so much biological accurracy
Which cannot be perfectly duplicated
By any scientific method.
The thought of you has filled
My brain like a long walk in the rain
I still search for the words to write next
I don't know where they come from
But I know they fall
from the holes of heaven's pot
Let it rain non stop...
zuby