I feel your touch, my friend,
the spontaneous song of your love for me.
It sounds with a soft tap,
a playful swat,
a pure embrace.
And in Your silent tones You sing of the Spirit's tie.
Here we stand together,
our union in His kingdom displayed by thoughtful hands,
the bond in the work shown by the closeness of our walk,
And in this chilly, violent world,
we warm and guard ourselves with the other's care,
throwing off our fears in playful games of silly rest.
Yet in the deepest cavity of our heart,
the place where feelings pass the realm of words,
we simply savor the gifts of our loving God.
Let us now share His music,
the unspoken chords and the fluid melodies,
the mysterious power to draw our spirits near,
and pull us toward the One who brought us close.
the spontaneous song of your love for me.
It sounds with a soft tap,
a playful swat,
a pure embrace.
And in Your silent tones You sing of the Spirit's tie.
Here we stand together,
our union in His kingdom displayed by thoughtful hands,
the bond in the work shown by the closeness of our walk,
And in this chilly, violent world,
we warm and guard ourselves with the other's care,
throwing off our fears in playful games of silly rest.
Yet in the deepest cavity of our heart,
the place where feelings pass the realm of words,
we simply savor the gifts of our loving God.
Let us now share His music,
the unspoken chords and the fluid melodies,
the mysterious power to draw our spirits near,
and pull us toward the One who brought us close.
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