The presence of God
A tangible thing
When connection is made
It makes our heart sing
For dwelling in side
Is all that there is
Becoming aware
The superordinate quiz
I’m wearing the glasses
Pre-programmed from birth
That tell me the way
To connect heaven with earth
The way that I see it
Of course must be true
Thinking this way
Is just what I do
But now just suppose
I don’t have it right
My glowing thoughts
Dark as the night
How might I consider
A chink in my shield
Could it be possible
My truth is not real
Stand I before you
The author of all
Give me a glimpse Lord
That I might not fall
©2/17/08, Glenn Mehltretter
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