Brought To Awe

When the sun hits the bellies of the humble clouds at dusk I'm amazed, I'm entranced, I am but a speck of dust. When the gulf eats the sun in a nibble and a bite all my senses stand up tall to applaud the gift of sight When the mountains cradle shadows 'gainst the pink of sunlit trees you will find me deep in prayer toward the one with wise decrees And when I'm standing next to you with our two hands intertwined I am brilliantly alive with the knowledge you are mine...