Jesus Is Her Everything
In my suffering without Him,
enriched, on her perfect soul,
She ceas’d to sing–
yield the blue,
beloved air,–
And then she found Jesus
Lay your eyes on the rising sun:
before I came to a
perfect change of time,
each day to sing
Return the song that
your true voice
again;
fell back upon her face
,
Jesus Is her everything
Eyes like a perfect
judge in time,
whispered my look
through the dark
night,
Lisped in her spirit and body
Laid my honest eyes
away;
Last night she
passed behind a
year
Lisped in her hand a
low voice,
She heard Him say
I am Jesus, your light,
and I am
your everything.
Copyright © Brandy Morrison | Year Posted 2023
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