Gift Words

MY EMOTION

    My heart listens as my emotions search for gift words to honor You, the King of kings. I want those words I reserve for the crowning of specific absolutes. Honor that describes and creates a multitude of images of greatness. Honor that leaves me crippled with appropriate designs, so I can only fall before You. 

    I worship as I seek these words, for the very desire is the beauty of a relationship. That heart-pumping-flutter of inexperience, yet all-in desire. This is how the Way is found. As desire builds, the common word becomes the expression of life-gathered emotions focused toward a sight ahead; eyes that are looking back at me.

    Then in ease, my words come to lay my heart as my gift. I sound forth praise as I take steps to bleed what is in me. I cry, "Holy." Love wraps my word and I tumble over again as I place my word before Him... "Holy." 

    The dance inside my heart realizes my word feeds me with who He is, and so the breath used to push forth my praise causes me to inhale abundant love. Like oxygen, every cell of every thought, word, and action, gets enlightened. 

    Saturating the moment, "Holy" my word, my gift to One who clothes me in His glory.

HIS THOUGHT:

As creation unfolds, the act of being love's product was/is formed. The timing has perfect eyes for developing eternity. Love signals life to its unfolding beauty.  Eyes set of me join in the celebration of true vision.