Love finds me falling into its grace deep, a winsome warm wave of sweet callings keep. Oh follow this near, I could not part far, from this Heart of calling, a winsome wave’s reap, here in God’s Love- not by distance nor star.
Find me in the shining of far light above. It hovers, yet reaches, it come near to love. Like the twilight that arises as sister to the moon, Love comes near to touch- I fall into a swoon.
Love finds me falling through a celestial scroll, tendered with prayers that invoke God’s extol. Turning my Face to the beauty of Thee. I am washed, filled within, with the soul of devotee.
Revelation 22:16 -“I, Jesus, have sent my angel to testify to you about these things for the churches. I am the root and the descendant of David, the bright morning star.”
Zechariah 8:12 —or there shall be a sowing of peace. The vine shall give its fruit, and the ground shall give its produce, and the heavens shall give their dew. And I will cause the remnant of this people to possess all these things.