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There's something about the kindness of strangers
Something noticeable *in the unseen..*
I look at you , you look at me,, trying to figure out
in this curiosity" who are you", *and who's really there..
Do negative things appear because were looking for them, *
Coinciding with the old saying *" seek and you shall find " ?
Somehow my yielding to God, *has swept out corners In my heart
I never felt ..
no torcherous pain , no discomfort .. I look now and see beauty in *someone
I've never met..
Wondering what lays behind their eyes.. and their view of me .
God, am I allowing you to reveal to them , *" you're "exceptable" exactly as you are*Change not one thing about you ?, That they are welcome any time and at any place were I might be ?
Do they hear their name as pleasantly as you have called mine, in the manner and care you've tended to it?
these things I have begun searching in me.. To simply know father " you're really here"
Has your compassion become the way it really feels inside me? Pure and caring without motives ?*
a deep well a thirsty samaratin can drink from as they pass by?
there is a beauty hearing a stranger talk to you... they smile *as god does, as joyful as my heart feels listening to children laugh.. And a sincerity Wich forever echos in ones heart..
how simple , how pure the kindness of a stranger is ....
words in and words out .. a sweet dance begins to flow,*
an exchange of hearts in a silent agreement ..that just for a small moment in time ...,you each touch the purity that*
*exists in the other .....
Leaving eachother *with the impression of who God says He is to us.. that everything you've left undone for the day for this brief moment..For God *To simply walk up, *and tell us both *hi... * * * *
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Something noticeable *in the unseen..*
I look at you , you look at me,, trying to figure out
in this curiosity" who are you", *and who's really there..
Do negative things appear because were looking for them, *
Coinciding with the old saying *" seek and you shall find " ?
Somehow my yielding to God, *has swept out corners In my heart
I never felt ..
no torcherous pain , no discomfort .. I look now and see beauty in *someone
I've never met..
Wondering what lays behind their eyes.. and their view of me .
God, am I allowing you to reveal to them , *" you're "exceptable" exactly as you are*Change not one thing about you ?, That they are welcome any time and at any place were I might be ?
Do they hear their name as pleasantly as you have called mine, in the manner and care you've tended to it?
these things I have begun searching in me.. To simply know father " you're really here"
Has your compassion become the way it really feels inside me? Pure and caring without motives ?*
a deep well a thirsty samaratin can drink from as they pass by?
there is a beauty hearing a stranger talk to you... they smile *as god does, as joyful as my heart feels listening to children laugh.. And a sincerity Wich forever echos in ones heart..
how simple , how pure the kindness of a stranger is ....
words in and words out .. a sweet dance begins to flow,*
an exchange of hearts in a silent agreement ..that just for a small moment in time ...,you each touch the purity that*
*exists in the other .....
Leaving eachother *with the impression of who God says He is to us.. that everything you've left undone for the day for this brief moment..For God *To simply walk up, *and tell us both *hi... * * * *
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