His love for me each morning,
As silent as the dawn,
Awakes my quiescent spirit,
Without reserve I am drawn.
His call begins in cadence,
Measured, soft and low,
Moving from key largo,
To swell in crescendo.
My captive spirit urges me,
To raise my heart in prayer,
Surrendering my being,
To my Beloved’s care.
Prostrate before His Majesty,
I sing in joyful praise,
The tabernacle of my heart,
Radiates His grace..
He knows I am unworthy,
But He loves me anyway,
With generous abandon,
He blesses me each day.
Myra D’Souza / 15 February 2011
Awakes my quiescent spirit,
Without reserve I am drawn.
His call begins in cadence,
Measured, soft and low,
Moving from key largo,
To swell in crescendo.
My captive spirit urges me,
To raise my heart in prayer,
Surrendering my being,
To my Beloved’s care.
Prostrate before His Majesty,
I sing in joyful praise,
The tabernacle of my heart,
Radiates His grace..
He knows I am unworthy,
But He loves me anyway,
With generous abandon,
He blesses me each day.
Myra D’Souza / 15 February 2011
Truly beautiful! Being in His presence is the most wonderful feeling anyone can experience and your poem says it all.
ReplyDeleteAwesome! What love!
ReplyDeleteWonderful Myra dearest. Especially the last verse.
ReplyDeleteKingsley.
He knows I am unworthy,
But He loves me anyway,
With generous abandon,
He blesses me each day.
Lovely.. yes I agree with Kingsley, the last stanza, that's what love is all about.
ReplyDeletei love this one ma ..
ReplyDeleteand i too like the last stanza best ..