His Presence
Through the long hours of a day,
or in the fierce storms of night;
we know that Our Lord is here.
We know that He's closer than our heartbeat,
perceptive of our thoughts,
our wishes,
all our fears.
If walking down a hallway,
or peering through a foggy windowpane,
we see Him in the beauty,
of a gently falling rain.
At those times that we're alone in solace,
dwelling underneath the shadow of His wings,
He comes to us and lingers;
His touch is upon everything.
Oh, where can we go,
that He isn't there?
Is there such a place?
I think not;
because He's as close as a prayer,
and we are loved by His grace.
We know Him in the morning,
as He meets us in the early hour.
He draws us close unto Him,
as a butterfly is drawn unto a flower.
We feel Him as He stands beside us.
The heart is filled with silence; He speaks.
The spirit leaps with rapture,
as we are filled with such sweet peace.
There's nothing quite as touching,
nothing on earth, which can compare,
as when we brush against Our Savior,
and know that He is there.
~© Sandra Lewis Pringle ~
Where can I go from Your Spirit?
Where can I flee from Your Presence?
Psalm 139:7
Song: Amazing Grace
