Poetry

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Grace's Sweet Desire

The desire of my heart is You
Though oft I wander from Your side
To lay myself in meadows fair
Where ne’er long can I reside

For Your Voice keeps beckoning me
With compassion’s sweet desire
To be the One to fill my cup
To be clothed in Your attire

Turning to my wardrobe
I find it isn’t bare
The many garments I have worn
Seen clearly hanging there

They seem so very beautiful
Til I gaze into Your eyes
Then shame becomes my covering
The garments revealed as lies

But compassion’s sweet desire
Looks fully in my face
You hand to me a garment new
Woven, strand by strand, with grace

A garment looking like Your own
Is laid gently about my form
And deep within my being
My heart’s desire is reborn

To know no other meadows
Or waters to fill my cup
But only at Your feet to sit
And with Your heart to sup

The longing of my heart is You
And clothed in Your attire
Walking firmly by Your side
Is now my sole desire



© DeAnna L. Brooks
22 January 2005

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