Karyn Sartor

That is my spiritual birth date, by the way.

God gave me this poem a couple of days ago. It began as a prayer and flowed into a poem of praise. I think He wants to bless His people with it as they express their love to Him. God bless.

How Precious

Lord, my soul delights in You!
Jesus, my precious one
My only Hope
My greatest Joy
My deepest Love
You are my heart.

When the clouds roll in
And make it hard to see
You hold my hand
You comfort and guide me
Until the fog clears.

When the way is clear before me
You hold my hand
You rejoice with me and companion with me
Throughout the day.

All through the night You hold me
And whisper love to me
While I sleep and when I wake
In the very early morning
There You are, always with me.

How precious
How PRECIOUS
You are.


Karyn Sartor November 18, 2009