Poetry, Rhyme

Yah’s Love

I want for love to fill my heart
And overflow its brim
And flow through every artery
To every cell within

I want for love to fill my feet
That everywhere I go
I’ll take with me a good report
Of mercy You have shown

I want for love to fill my soul
That all the world would see
The miracles that love can do–
The change You’ve done in me

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Poetry, Rhyme, Weekly Post

Sonnet on the Greatness of Our Creator (A Weekly Post)

What place could endeavor to contain You?
The heavens above are Your royal seat
The earth below is a stool for Your feet
Even galaxies cannot contain You.
Yet You look on one who is humble, who
Is bruised of spirit and lowly and weak
Who trembles at every word You speak.
Oh, what an amazing wonder that You
Would humbly take on flesh and die and rise
To save our souls, salvation to impart.
What a wonder– You Who created time
And carved out the earth and stretched out the skies
Would desire to live in a human heart–
Would desire to live in this heart of mine.

Corresponds to Exodus 35:21 and Isaiah 66:1+2

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