02-23-2000
by
Amber Chrystal Lovette
(c)2000 All rights reserved
Like sunshine you are to me,
Beams of light, rays of sun,
Moon-velvet lighting the way
in the dark,
Satin heart soothing the
wrinkled brow of the forlorn.
Lips of songbird, winging
Your praises to me,
Pouring honey on the
suffering souls of humanity,
Melting hardness into fluid,
love that runs
Like streams into meadows
sublime.
Touch My heart of love, my
daughter, I love you, I call you from above.
Let My oil of joy pour into
you wounds so deep,
Just as I have poured
through you
To heal the lame and the
lost,
So I desire to pour out
Myself into you to fill you
Until you become as a
buoy—in life,
A buoy upright and afloat.
A buoy that no troubled wave
of life can touch or harm.
Visit Me in the meadow, on
the hill,
Your Heavenly husband—lover
awaits you there.
My arms are spread wide,
waiting, ever-longing for your presence there.
I ask to hold you close and
pour fresh oil on your precious head.
Run to Me—My wounded warrior
And I will heal you there.
My face is bathed in wreaths
of smiles
At the joyous expectation of
your next visit
Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you; not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid. ~John 14:27
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