In the morning I rise
And my thoughts turn to You.

What joy it must have been
To walk with You
To talk with You
To sit at your feet and listen
As You spoke Words of Life.

Oh, to be–
The dust of the paths that You walked upon!
The wind that blew through your hair;
Or the warm sunlight that kissed your face.

All of life’s treasures would I joyfully abandon
To rest, if only for a moment, in your tender embrace.


© 2018 Deanna Renee