Love Like A Hurricane

He is jealous for me.

Loves like Hurricane, 

I am a tree

Bending beneath the weight of His

wind and mercy.

When all of a sudden, 

I am unaware 

of these afflictions eclipsed by glory.

And I realize just how

beautiful You are and how great your affections

are for me.

O, how he loves us so.

O, how He loves us

How he loves us so.

Unexpected Beauty

Something that I never thought I would ever say:

It can be very beautiful down

here in the desert, especially when you are 

driving before the sun;

with all the city lights glowing in the 

soft, pre-dawn light.

Witnessing, the gentle, orange sunlight

stretch across fields and touch mountain peaks, with

all the snow covered mountains peeking through the scene in the 

background. 

Then, as the sun rises higher, it's light

highlights creeping fog that clings to the trunks of

barren, knarled trees and slithers

through the dew-decorated

field grass.