Monday, July 6, 2009


Hidden things
Early morning dreams
I crave the understanding
Of the languages You speak to me

Revelation of one word
Contains volumes of this mystery
You unlock this sacred vault
I see gold sparkling at me

Faith comes in with listening
And hearing the clear voice of God

Doors I cannot penetrate
You open with a glance
What I cannot reach on tippy-toe
You give me while I rest

I will lay down and receive...

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