A Heartfelt Ride
My heart is on the ride, bouncing
Upon a masterpiece of art
Painted by His hand, taunting
Stroking brush across the canvas.
In the pursuit of a vision
He attempts to bring it to life
With His expert hand in motion
At time forceful, other times light.
He takes my heart upon a flight
Above a magnificent land
The measure of His love to light
The walls of its chambers, His plan.
Yet to ride the land He designs
Takes it through valleys and steep hills
Upon a thorny path hard to climb
But along with the song of two whippoorwills.
If not for the grace of seeing
The beauty of His will while it flew
It would have given up its beating
With the pain found in coming true.
By CarolineCécile
Copyright © 05.14.11
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