It will be a moment

I'll wash transient dust
from earthbound feet
and rise to meet you
my Beloved

I'll rise to meet you
and things that bind
will be released and
drift away

They'll drift away like chaff
dry and worthless
and we, Your harvest
will gather

We'll gather round the throne
sing Your praises,
raise entire selves
in worship


5/16/13 JM