How shall I come to know You?
Will it be in the Light of the rising sun
as the dawn bids farewell to the night,
Or in the shadow of the rising moon
as the dusk bids adieu to the day?
I Am stilled in waiting.
How shall I come to see You?
Will it be in the canvas of the starlit sky
where Light on dark is shining,
With endless paintbrush strokes
creating magic for the eye?
I Am moved by wonder.
How shall I come to hear You?
Will it be in the laughter of a child at play
whose voice is dancing,
Or in the burst of morning birdsong
when I rise to greet the day?
I Am filled with music.
How shall I come to feel You?Will it be in the softness of a baby’s breath
warm upon my skin,
Or in the brush of a cool wind
that pulls the hair across my face?
I Am paused to feel it.
I Am stilled in waiting,
I Am moved by wonder,
I Am filled with music,
I Am paused to feel it.
And I shall know
and see and hear
and feel You,
Everywhere.
~ Denise ~
