When you see me
You see a beautiful crown
That you hold in Your hand
And never put down.
Because you cannot keep silent
Your word affirms my longings.
You take the old dress
And make them Your belongings.
While giving me a new name
A new dress
To wear that day,
When You hold me against Your chest
And whisper sweet tender mercies
Into the ears You’ve created.
Out of Your mouth
You sing over me
You make Yourself known
And I receive
The love that flows from the Vine
When I abide in You,
You speak softly, “You are MINE!”
**The picture in this post was taken in Mongolia where I first found my AWE for my CREATOR!**
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