Your breath on my face.
Reminding me.
Always.
Of Your love.
Of Your presence here.
And You smell like honey as I read that holy scroll.
Taste your goodness.
Your best-ness.
Your calling us all on up higher like that.
Love so fiery I have to close my eyes sometimes.
Just to remain here in the shadow of Who You are.
I will need that new body, Jesus.
To stand before You face to face.
To look in the eyes of Grace.
Less I melt.
Into You,
Bernadette
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