He was speaking to all His creation;
in ways that none understood;
energizing a wondrous manifestation;
with a power, only He could.
He walks with me; and talks with me;
tho I’m totally unaware He’s around;
He wants me to be, the best I can be;
uttering words of love, but no sound.
Tho I can’t hear a word; I still can feel:
the thoughts from the Master’s mind;
tho eyes cannot see; I know He’s real:
He’s Love’s magnificence, defined.
He once spoke from a burning bush;
His words punctuated by fire;
His encouragement; a gentle push;
His critique; a funeral pyre.
He always strives to make us stronger;
creating steel from our will;
when we fail; He pushes us longer;
and all perfection’s fulfilled.
His Love has the depth of the ocean;
we’re unable, to ever, push Him away;
we’re His child; His highest devotion;
and, by our side, He will stay.
Blessed with a Presence of Power Devine;
the New Dawn sun, glistening;
He’s speaking to us, all of the time.
We’re just, usually not listening.