Wrapped In Love
If only I could take the world in my arms;
wrapped in the peace of love;
preventing all thoughts of hate or harms;
it would be like heaven above.
Strangely enough; that’s just where we are;
we are the love; the Master envisions;
we’re wrapped in his arms; near and far;
God makes all ultimate decisions.
Most think they’re separated; by time and space;
only, in thoughts, does space exist;
prodigals, in search of the Master’s grace;
tho we’re already the top of his list.
We believe we’re in a world of sight and sound;
awaiting the call of our Master;
instead, we’re a seed; planted in heavenly ground;
praying we’ll avert disaster.
The Master is closer than any distant star;
we’re cradled within his love;
God’s domain extends near and far;
both below; and also above.
For we are the love, the Master created;
not limited by space or time;
with his power and love; we’re satiated;
each soul; part of the divine.
We are beings of the Master’s choice;
we serve as his hands and feet;
within us all, is the Master’s voice;
where created and Creator meet.
Monty 5/28/24. # 2,130