Honeymoon In Worship

 My story did not begin, on the day I was born..

For the words of my Father, are the threads I adorn.

The Genesis of my life, was written in gold..

Way up in the heavens, where love was never cold.

I am intricately stitched, on tapestry of silk..

With hands feathered gently and flowers never wilt.

My members are all measured, with care and concern..

To do the will of Jesus, where His fires always burn.

Deep inside my heart, I am pledged as a bride..

To honeymoon in worship, with arms open wide.

My light never dims, for I am ever free..

As crystal clear waters, sanctified me.

Sent by my Father, in my mother's womb..

Favour came before me, so love would always bloom.

With baskets of mercy, on my left and right..

I will keep on praising, my daddy with delight.