Crown him with many crowns, the Lord, the King of all,
Every of His righteous ones, the greatest to the small.
For see, He walks amongst you, this grand and hallowed hall,
To bask you in His glory, come, arise from Adam’s fall.
Gaze upon her loveliness, whose crafting by His hand,
The fairest of all creatures, her fragrance lifts the land.
Along every path she wanders, there, every flower tend,
The Garden of Creation, find God and man befriend.
Catch you by the lowly flame, its rays, so softly warm,
Flickering in the eventide, behold its lively form.
Burning, charming, calling, outside the raging storm,
The dark and cold, forsaken, by candlelight transform.
Once more, a wayward turn, the wind has called your name,
Forget the past, familiar, let your old desire, tame.
In this, sweet precious moment, child, there is no shame,
To lose your heart to him, at last, your soul aflame.
Dreams of golden sunshine, of lazy times ahead,
Free at last to languish, the beach, our sandy bed.
Hear again, the crashing waves, the seagulls overhead,
To put her out to sea again, life, a chapter read.
Not a doubt to hold me back, my trust in you, deny,
For even as I wonder, what matters, who, and why.
For gently, so you held me, while in broken pieces, lie,
Until the end should greet me, the glint, your loving eye.
“Keep me as the apple of your eye”
~ Psalm 17:8
Spin a web of mystery, and bind me close within,
No thoughts of ever leaving, the cosiest I’ve been.
Here, what fascination! All your workings plainly seen,
Step up, a higher wisdom, the past, now working in.
“The mystery hidden from ages and from generations past. But now it has been manifested to His holy ones.”
~ Colossians 1:26