Fragrance & Whispers

After the earthquake came a fire, but the LORD was not in the fire. And after the fire came a gentle whisper. 1 Kings 19:12.

Ardour

Gushing like a river,
Unending flow, Joy
Courses through my soul,
At the thoughts of You,
Sweet Saviour Divine.

Wrapped in glory,
Dressed in splendour,
Full of Majesty,
My words, an artist’s chisel,
Assaying to sculpture the intangible.

Yet ‘tis so concrete
That sweet blessed Presence
Nothing ever could suffice
To describe
You, Magnificent One
Your never waning ardour,
I adore.