Taking up measure In Love.
Writing notes with fragrance.
Taking a hand to hold.
My Voice so bold.
Hearts that don’t lie have told.
My Lover has been sold.
Laid down to rest.
I hear My Mother’s song; I hear Her eternal best.
I remember the crayons, and I watch as they melt.
The artistry has increased, and My sight is not merely at My feet.
Before Me comes leaders of the lands.
Upon My wrist tells time as Eternal.
Journals passed onward. Songs flown upon upward.
Like a swan I dive into My next destination.
The boom that can be heard will shake the Earth In Love.
Take the microphone, and swing it around. Perhaps then
You will make a sound.
Dance with Me if You will. Don’t take a mere body thrill.
The sound Of Heaven gives Me Holy chills.
Angels resound to Me in attention. Love is at hand.
This Kingdom within I stand. God Of Agape hears My voice.
He tells My story, and I live it out loud.