Proverbs 4:18

My words won’t form.
They linger in my heart and cannot find their way to my lips,
To my finger tips.

The Light, the Grace,
The sure knowledge that you will lift me higher than I can go
On my own.

And so in place of words
I offer back your gifts to me, strength and faith and light
And undying love.

May You take root in my soul

May I soar into the light and never stop growing

Until I feel the touch of Your hand on my face.

Proverbs 4:18

The path of the righteous is like the morning sun,
   shining ever brighter till the full light of day.