Cloud soft, as only the wind can be-his touch on my cheek
intuitive as only the divine
eyes brimming with devotion and adoration
forever outstretched, his arms beckon me
In the shadow of His wings, I am sheltered
As I touch my stained lips to his feet
I taste the salt in the mark of the nails that marred his perfection
for my sake.
I feel undeserving this day
so I run from the King of all Kings
away from the Golden Sceptre of the lover of my soul
But He runs even faster through time, trading His life for mine.
You see there’s nothing I won’t do, won’t give for you beloved
He tells me.
Gentle as an afternoon breeze
His love anchors me,
His passion evident in the fire and storm of his eyes
that never stray from a hair on my head