I can touch you My Lord

My most greatest desire, my Lord
Is to touch you at heavens gate,
But wait perhaps I can touch you
Any way even now, my Lord.


I can touch you, in the beauty and
Freshness of spring itself.
You touch the earth with what is you,
My Lord


I can touch you, in the warmest
Blossoms of summer, with its flowers,
And fruits so refreshingly ripe and
New, this is the heart of you,
My Lord.


I can touch you, in the cool breeze
And its vibrant colours of autumn.
This is the quiet character of you,
My Lord. A beauty all of its own.


I can touch you, in the stark nakedness
Of winter, with its whiteness of purity and
Its quiet death. Only to touch you again
My Lord, in the fresh resurrection of spring,
With its fresh colour and new life, my Lord.

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