Most generous above all!
Standing here in the fields of your flowers
which you love
giving sustenance and then also beauty
it is so overwhelming
to realize in this crowd of glory
you count me yet a treasure among jewels
a thing precious to love.
I am struck silent
my lungs filling with the mark of your love
and with a wild song I break loose.
For what use is a treasure
but to glorify its master and craftsman?
I pray, Lord, never let me be stolen away.
Keep my heard, guard it as a wandering lamb.
Place your sentries around it.
Hold it captive in this place where I am so loved
that I may glorify you forever
and shine in the light of your Presence.
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