Faith In Him
The art of the heavens
Is in our hands,
To shape, to paint
But never understand.
Rather, to accept ,
To feel,
The shivers
Echoing in our blood.
The joys, the mysteries,
Never completely bared,
Only the beauty
Forever to be shared.
As I think of You
And see Your face,
You are the eminent flower,
The vision of grace.
The art of the heavens
Is in our hands,
To shape, to paint
But never understand.
Rather, to accept ,
To feel,
The shivers
Echoing in our blood.
The joys, the mysteries,
Never completely bared,
Only the beauty
Forever to be shared.
As I think of You
And see Your face,
You are the eminent flower,
The vision of grace.