Your Perfect Presence

To the One whose Presence is always near,
no matter the storms that around me surge,
whose gentle voice I can always hear
to guide my feet to where paths merge
with human and Divine in one —
to You whose Name is truly great,
who sacrificed Your only Son
to save my soul from eternal hate
until my form shall resemble Yours,
regardless of my weakened frame,
for power always floods and pours
into my soul when it calls Your Name —

You’ve cauterized my soul with love,
the way of hate I know no more,
for innocence just like a dove
has landed soft with open doors
and brought me to the most fertile fields
with streams of pleasure, ponds of peace
to soothe my wounds until I yield
to Your perfect Presence where passions cease:
a realm untouched by the hands of man,
invisible to the naked eye,
but seen by faith, as was Your plan,
beyond the film of earth and sky;
a place of hope, where the future stays
so far away from what came before,
where all the pains I groan and pray
are silenced as You make me Yours.