Psonnets of Worship
When Will You Come?

I sought the lowest seat, and I sat down,
but when You called me to a higher seat,
in lowliness, I sat down at Your feet,
content to touch Your hem, cast down my crown,
and let Your skirt become my bridal gown,
the Head my Bread, the Body I would eat,
prepared for me, though I am Your help meet.
When will You come and take me as Your own?
Though I partake of Holy Eucharist,
where can I go so I may see Your face?
You live in me, and You are in our midst,
not here or there, but all in all by grace,
and You in clouds will, walking in the mist,
meet us as man took woman to embrace.
~ by Michael Rew / Email: witness@psonnets.org

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