Your kiss from heaven caressed my cheek.
It made me feel safe, yet a little weak!
Confusing thoughts ran through my head.
Is this for real, or just misread?
With the Risen Son, they claim I’m new!
But in my mind, I cannot construe!
I’m not standing on a small hill.
I’m still climbing, I just can’t be still.
That little hill became a mountain.
In my heart I cry out, shout’in!
“If the Risen Son has made me new:
Then why am I so sad and blue?
In the dawn of day, I just can’t see.
The dark of night won’t let me be!
This parched ground makes me athirst.
From whence will water be dispersed"?
With the Risen Son, newness falls!
And with it profound wisdom calls!
Your kiss from heaven is slowly fading.
In my mind, Satan is indeed raiding!
Oh my goodness what can I do?
I think I heard, spend time with you?
I just don’t have much more to lose.
I guess my bible I will use!
Many years, have since passed by.
But that kiss, still makes me sigh!
O’ that kiss, that touched my cheek:
Made me strong and not weak!
Because of it, inspiration grew!
With the Risen Son, can I be new?
I know from heaven your kiss came.
And with it, you took all my shame!
I gave nothing in return
Yet, for my heart, you did yearn!
In the Risen Son, I believe I’m new!
Could this really be my point of view?
Yes Yeshua, you have made me new!
Your kiss from heaven pulled me through!
You gave me strength within my soul.
In my life, I give you control!
I am now your devoted wife!
Jehovah, your kiss changed my life!