How can I entreat you, my Lord, my love? What offering of tender desire and passion would please you? By what ordinary magic could a frail human like myself cause the all-powerful to smile?
What brings you joy?
What new song could I sing?
Give me words no other tongue has offered.
Give me grace, unmerited favour that I might bring an offering uniquely acceptable.
Perfume my prayers with the scent of your own most intimate beauty.
Let me love you. Cas
“O sing unto the LORD a new song; for he hath done marvellous things:
his right hand, and his holy arm, hath gotten him the victory.”
Psalms 40:3
“And he hath put a new song in my mouth, [even] praise unto our God:
many shall see [it], and fear, and shall trust in the LORD.”
Isaiah 42:10
“Sing unto the LORD a new song, [and] his praise from the end of the earth,
ye that go down to the sea, and all that is therein; the isles, and the inhabitants thereof.”
Cheryl Reeves Writing - from my shelves of journals 