Oh, that my heart
would be a holy place,
haunted by His presence,
pulsing with His grace.

My song would then be pure.
My actions would ooze love.
My words would drip with wisdom
and be filled with mercy from above.

I would see as he sees,
know as He knows,
love as He loves,
and go where He goes.

The privilege of my existence,
my loveliest prayer would be:
to pour out my life for Him
as He did so for me.

       ~ a birthday gift from above
                 May 2014