In anticipation, I sought and prayed
A manifest presence to be felt;
A sound of a rushing wind to be heard
Or a tongue of fire to be seen.
I rose up to my feet, seeking Your face
How could it be?
That You would take notice of me,
Amongst the six thousand saints.
As I build my throne of praise,
I lift my hands to reach Your grace
By Your great mercy, my desire is Your delight
Amongst the six thousand saints, You inhabit my praise.
My heart’s desire is to encounter You
Like a wind that will swift me away.
And then suddenly, a gentle wind came blowing my way
Swaying me off my feet as I pray.
My heart is overjoyed, I sought of it for more.
I leaped to my feet, and draw closer to You in a beat.
I am like a feather swiftly swayed off my feet,
The gentleness of Your spirit, brushed my heart’s tears away.
In Your presence, it’s where I want to be
To meet You face to face.
** I was inspired to write this poem of my encounter with God last July 2018**