And run to you with open arms, All your fairytales, all your charms… I only dream about you… How?…
Yet, mother told me, now,--
That, dare I say it?! Dare I know?! Dare I even dare suppose?!… That you, dear lion, strong and brave?…
That— Thou art real, Able to save?!… Me,
as a child, I come Your way…
“Bow down,” you say… “don’t be afraid…”
Then, yes!, my childlike heart to You… I run,
You wild, untamed, fierce, true… blood. …run to her arms, now and find, A love eternal, Love to mine, Mother’s arms are mine all mine… But not equipped to hold all the time…
So, hold me Lion, I run to you With flowers I picked, My gift to you—
Embrace your mane, To know Your NAME… You roar, I tumble in place divine.
For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known. (1 Corinthians 13:12)
I love this man. His voice took the place of my father's when he died in 1979... the next male voice to come from my parents' bedroom, Chuck's on the radio. Mom said "Listen, this is good!" I said, yeah, yeah... but I was listening, & it was good.
WIDGETIZE