I know You like it when I love You, Lord,
I send You love and almost see You smile,
I play a note of love to strike a chord,
a little slip of love to stir Your style.
My eyes of faith can pierce the quiet dark,
I do not need the sun to see You there,
to kindle love I simply send a spark,
I only need one breath to see the air.
A little love can go a long, long way,
You sift Your infinite love into a drop,
that bit of love with me will always stay,
I nurture it so mine will never stop.
O God, the care and cure of all despair,
how sweet we meet our little loves in prayer.
-- by Pete Voelz 1/31/13
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