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You Are (I'm Here With You)


You are generous and fair
though You call Yourself cheap
You offer me
more than time and ears enough
a Dandelion who spreads His snowy crown
and then showers the ground
I tread
with the seeds of Your abundant love

You are kinder...
as when the winter fades
and the gentlest rain begins to fall
then sweeten the earth
I am your soil
as Your rain softens
my wounded heart

You are the Lark who sings singularly
like No Other
but Himself
and I soar in flight with You
when I hear You sing

You are the warmth on my face
as You greet me early
in the morning
my Sun
who refuses me not
then, shines

You are the Smile
on a young child's face
dimpled and goofily-grinning
and eating His first icecream
and licking the dribbles
from His shirt and chin

You are Your Eyes
olive-emerald deep ponds
which hint briefly at what lies beneath
and yet You chose to reveal
Your secrets with me

together we laugh
like two cackle-ducks sharing a joke
our laughter rippling across the water
and interrupting the cool veneer of silence
You can be private
but You can be so near

and when You reach for my hand
the heat in Yours
sears mine
my smaller fingers melt into Yours
knowing
I'm safe and happy
Here With You
 


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