It will be in your touch, a brush of the fingertips, the purest form of born again in your eyes and the lingering scripture hanging off your lips that I will know you.
You’ll know me not by my kiss but by a vision of sight The Lord lays in your heart overnight. At meeting the rest will be history, his will, it will transform them. Mere instruments to remind the world of love, it’s colorless, it’s @ shapeless, pure love….
God’s loving on us, he wants to do the same for you, even in the most difficult times reach for him, he will slowly lift you up.