let him feel your fresh presence
descend on him
like the morning mist
cool as dawn in the mountains
i remember, God, when i open the back door
from the inside of my auntie's house in virginia
during spring morning
when cold air would suddenly kiss my face
your love is like that
the morning air
wasn't there the night before
but you sent it just for the morning
to love me anew
you love me anew
dear God, let him feel
that you are real
alive today
wanting to be
the whirlwind in his heart
dear God, let him know
you are real as the cold that fills our lungs
when we breathe you in
you embrace us with your very life
you embrace us with your love
you embrace us
even though
we hardly (more often than not) we hardly
know and feel
dear God, this morning,
i pray, let him know
you are ever real.
thank you. amen.
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