Friday, April 24, 2009
Delicacy of the moment,
A wisp before the mind
In praise of His design.
Eyes awaken, and I recognize my pure soul
He’s created it, fashioned it, breathed it into me
A true wonder I’ve not been found unworthy.
Eventually to be taken from the clutches of my flesh
If I merit resurrection it’ll be restored afresh.
For the God of my fathers – Gratitude
For the Master of deeds and Lord of souls – I conclude.
Blessed are You, Who restores the quintessence of man
To this dreadful body, this body that’s damned.
Delicate moment passed,
Wisp gone before the mind
A new one arrives
Begging praise of His design.