I feel you Close to me Your body Urging me To hold on To you In a sweet Surrender We embrace Falling into Each other We taste The very Essence of Our love With a kiss!
Oh! Where do I find kind words Love, kindness and a good soul One that never tires of giving praise Good advice with a smile Reaches for my hand when I fall down
I look no further for he is right here He's my friend and will always be For he has touched my heart In such a way that we will never part For he is love
On Jennifer's post 'Thnakful' posted at AOM on Nov 17th, 2009, Deborah Jeanne Munson commented with this...
The Gift of Grace
Somehow, she always knew….even though Such love and peace resided deep within the Folded wrinkles of her life in which Sometimes she forgot….but Would always turn back to Him Ever aging during this brief existence Though created for eternity Eternity, a word one cannot fathom From the depths of even the most Striking of imaginations…
Somehow, she always knew too That true love hung on a tree Wounded for our transgressions And bruised for our iniquities The chastisement of our peace Was upon him and by His stripes We are healed…
Somehow, she always knew that if she Clung to her life she would lose it But if she gave up her life to Him She would find it…
Again someday in yet another new world Where all things are made new As the lion lays down with the lamb She will know true and lasting love When He wipes away her tears And she sees the nail scared hands And death swallowed in sweet victory…
Somehow, she….always….knew, but She still had a hard time understanding This beautiful gift called Grace.
