Deeper Higher Level
When my spirit is communing
On a deeper higher level
My feeble lips cannot form words
So angels often take them
Directly to the heart of God
He gift wrap them in mercy
Sends them back to me
In blankets of blissful blessing
Rippling in my life, renewing my mind
With cascading shades of rainbow
Until my voice returns with splendor
Giving back to Him what He has given me
Knowing He will soon return it
With ultimate crescendo
Of abundance of rain
Copyright © Dorett Cope | Year Posted 2006
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