To My Children A Morning Visit With God

My children, it's so very hard to explain, How or what you need to do. To connect to the One sitting on His throne, Creator of me and you. I'm sharing my actions and experience. That yielded results for me. Like a fingerprint yours may not be the same. But you must show a desire to see. I wake up early, set the alarm if you must, Making a real encounter your goal. Hoping to experience The great I AM, The Lover of my soul. The planning alone gives me joy, I know I'll lose control I'd like to think the feelings are the same Whether are young or old. Describing the anticipation and it's effect on me Is like a child on Christmas eve, Anticipating what presents I'll see. It's 3 am, and time has come, Like a child waiting for parade floats to come by. Hoping to see the One who created me. When He comes, I just start to cry. Even though there's no image to see, Something inside of me, knows His presence is near. The awareness of my surroundings have disappeared. Only feelings of love and contentment are here. My body's reaction involves plenty of crying, It's cleansing and satisfying to my soul. It reacts like a dog wagging it's tail out of control. I tell Him I love and need him too, Express to Him how much he means. When you're talking to God let yourself go, There is such thing as extremes. This next part might seem gross, As I speak the tears start to flow, Snot like an avalanche flows from my nose. A box of tissue I always get. Because I become an emotional wreck. Sadly, the moment that He goes, My heart and soul always knows, In the beautiful atmosphere there's a change. I'm quickly aware, the same peace is not there, Everything is back to feeling so strange. For the next visit I will start to prepare.