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**