Sweet and quiet
Wordlessly speaking epics
The surest love
Sometimes my Lord gives me a glimpse of pure joy
And I think it must be a foretaste of heaven
I love when He grants this to me . . .
He will bring someone across my path
And we don't say much to each other
Or spend hours upon hours talking
But there is a quiet understanding
And you know that you love the same Lord
And awake in the same precious dialogues with your Redeemer
You know that your paths in this journey may look different
Yet everything is the same
And in the end, you will be worshiping the One you obtain each breath from - side by side
From now . . . and forever.
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