I want to write to you. I want to talk to you. Oh, to find the words that entreat! I would sing a new song, sweeter than the spring rain that now falls.
Groom of my heart! Bridegroom of the universal church, please hear my prayers.
I wish my heart and head were instruments and I, with my soul, could play upon them music so powerful and mellow that it would melt yours reservations like hot caramel sauce on cold, creamy ice cream.
I wish I could delight your being, distract and divert your sense of humour so much that eternity would seem but a moment shared by friends.
My LORD, I would build worlds with words and give these worlds to you to amuse you. For your pleasure are all things. Cas
Psalm 96 A Song of Praise “1 O sing unto the Lord a new song: sing unto the Lord, all the earth. 2 Sing unto the Lord, bless his name; shew forth his salvation from day to day. 3 Declare his glory among the heathen, his wonders among all people. 4 For the Lord is great, and greatly to be praised: he is to be feared above all gods. 5 For all the gods of the nations are idols: but the Lord made the heavens. 6 Honour and majesty are before him: strength and beauty are in his sanctuary. 7 Give unto the Lord, O ye kindreds of the people, give unto the Lord glory and strength. 8 Give unto the Lord the glory due unto his name: bring an offering, and come into his courts. 9 O worship the Lord in the beauty of holiness: fear before him, all the earth.”