My Cry To God !
I cry out his name each night,
I dream about him every moment.
When I look at anything and everything,
I see him.
I see him in the purple horizon & clouds
of morning,
the dew on a rose petal
from early morn'.
I hear his voice in mine,
even from the loud striking sounds
from a thounderous storm.
I look off into the sunset
and I see the sun peeking out from the horizon
and it reminds me of him peeking around the corner.
When I see a baby bird starting to fly
it reminds me,
about how much I want to have kids with him.
Dedicated to Steven W.