From Wonder To Worship

In awe of the veil removed, each sense and emotion draws me heavenward.
To see a star so vivid, it's points stretch long and wide,
I feel myself brought low though my eyes lift high.
To smell wisteria drifting on the gentle breeze of night,
raises my soul as on wings of flight.
To feel the rays of the sun warm on my skin,
kindles a fire of the Spirit within.
To hear the heavenly song from the bird on the bough,
stirs in my heart unknown until now.
He sparked my passion, for my created desire.
To show forth His glory and bring His Fresh Fire.
From what once was plain wonder, Pure Worship transpired. 

Amy Rainey
4/17/10