Enclosed behind these gates of gold
is greater love that none hath told.
A cause for joy--a hope divine,
a grander gift than bread and wine.
I sit--I ponder of Your face
and wait upon Your warm embrace.
What others see as bells and smoke
I know to be what Truth hath spoke.
Alive within Your sultry gaze
I come to seek and know your ways,
that all may see within my eyes
Your motivation to arise.
"...when he made firm the skies above"
In confidence, I knew Your love.
