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
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