Sunday Morning Encounter - a Meditation

I walked in the morning dawn on a lake rimmed path, When I encountered a light of brilliance unsurpassed, My knees bend and I fall, grasping a cloth of mystery Silken, enfolding all of me. I raise my bowing head to see Eyes of love, so deep, piercing through me, and An outstretched strong workman’s hand, Bid me rise and follow this man. I am filled with Him, and give Him myself. My Savior