OVERWHELMINGLY
Look up and see.
See the fluffy and white.
So soft and pure.
The opposite of night.
The sun shines through,
the clouds in streams,
pointing to the earth,
with Light it seems.
Darkness cannot dwell,
where the Son does shine.
It backs away,
every single time.
Does the Son dwell in thee,
shining through and through,
lifting up for all to see,
My special flower so true?
How can it be, His love for me?
Like a rose so beautiful, so free.
Always here, always with me,
fragrant and perfect overwhelmingly.
Jesus and His Servant
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