In his hand;
forever.
Since my beginning
Until my end.
Created like him;
wonderfully
Designed to worship him
fearfully.
I am surely my beloveds,
and
He is mine.
Heavens King calls down;
I answer with a sigh.
[I must have more of him!
Or I will surely die!]
My LORD, who am I that you gaze upon me;
Opening the windows of Heaven like a curtain?
“You have called, my LORD…I am here.
Your own beloved Hand Maiden.”
Engulfed in heavens light;
stunned.
Beholding heavens hosts;
awestruck.
Swept away in spirit;
desiring
Taken to my LORD;
humbled.
I am surely my beloveds,
and
He is mine.
Heavens King takes my hand,
brings me to my feet.
Celestial music fills the air.
We dance; our eyes they meet.
My LORD, who am I that you gaze upon me;
Opening the windows of Heaven like a curtain?
“You have called, my LORD….I am here.
Your Own Amy Colleen.”
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