Stretching Out

Take my hand, Lord I'm reaching, My arm extended Barely able to touch you. I stand on The edge of the far side of this shadowy cliff, As high as I'm able to bare, the sight Of you, Lord, causes my eyes to blister from The crystal like brightness of your beauty. The Sun truly shines upon you. Your face, is gentle, but solemn, Lord Have mercy on me, embrace my hand and let Me walk with you through the thresholds of Heaven. Your name Lord, upon my lips. Protect me From the rugged speech the world has incased Me in. Let me capture the expression in your warm Enchanting eyes, the eyes of purity, Oh Lord, I'm stretching hard against the breadth of the Snow white clouds, but yet, you're still only Just a little ways away.