So precious is Your touch
so soft, Your whisper in
the mist of the morning.
Smelling the air You placed for me
to breathe Your Spirit is my daily need
My desire to touch You and feel Your embrace
keeps me holding on right here in this place.
As I walk through the day
with You leading the way
I praise Your name and I feel the breeze,
Slightly touching my skin,
Helping me to follow You,
as You hold me close and take me in
to Your sheltering arms deep within.
Written by:©Betty Bolden
3-29-05
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