Capture // Day 3

IMG_1629Capture me, oh God, like a gardener,
Cutting roses with shears, hand pricked with thorns,
Then gathering them in a spray of scent & color.

Capture me, as a child with smallest find:
A snail, an acorn, a bug,
A Discovery of the wonder of life.

Capture me, oh God, like an oil painting bought
By the highest bidder,
Who stared at it for months
And knew it was His.

Capture me, as the poet touching
Words to page,
The Composer worshipping in song, symphonized for crowds,
All Glory to You.

I am living captured, enraptured in your love.
Where can I go from your Spirit?
Yours forever.
All Glory to You.

This post is day 3 of 31 days of poetry. Read more here.

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October 3, 2015