Perspective

There is a sense not quite known,

A joy, a release, the new to be shown.

I rest upon my bended knee,

I offer my heart in service to thee.

Does that mean I wear a crown,

Or that my heart through the thorns won’t drown.

Each seemingly challenge, a gift Thy Will see,

As I offer my heart in service to thee.

It does not matter the perceptions one gives,

If it is from the depths of the heart one lives.

Forever sovereign, dancing and free,

As I offer my heart in service to thee.

A gift and a blessing; a perceptible curse,

To see the all seeing for better or worse.

A kind word, a strong voice, all that is me

As I offer my heart in service to thee.

There is a sense of joy and Eden abound,

Remembering where love and nature are found.

No matter perceptions keep dancing with glee,

As I offer my heart in service to thee.

As one reflects in the essence of heart,

An ever flowing compassion; there is no apart.

Watch as the fears rise and then flee.

As I offer my heart is in service to thee.