Prepositions-A Poem of Praise

Overcome by the quaking 

power of God's sweet presence

Around the shoulders of 

friend-draped worshippers

Across the room to the children raising, 

praising, lifting small hands

Surrounded by incarnations of God 

in these multi-colored people

Next to sweet-voiced sisters 

and deep-throated men,

I'm looking~~

Eyes up and over and through the windows, 

past the summer-waving trees

to a lidless blue sky

where my soul 

longs for home

and I sing

while I can

'til He comes

for me.

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