Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Presence

















Sitting alone in a church
or out in the desert among the chaparral
I can feel your spirit mighty and true.
Some say it is faith that opens that sense...
an awareness of an all powerful presence.

Others say it is an illusion
created by an anxious heart
but either way I step into that abyss
and find comfort and peace
allowing me to fall headlong

knowing your loving hands will catch me
and, like a child, I believe
you will watch over me
so I can venture out in life
courageous and free.

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