As the surge of divine beam enrapt me,i cant but make my psalm at the entrance of this brightness. Then all possibility that i could glimpse in the experience tends to Glory 'n' Honour...In great awe i sing my psalms.
You gave me wings to mount with,
but i am in your GLORY overwhelm'd
my bones,veins and sinews
bow at your very presence.
But do not relief me of this my Lord
till i am wick with you all my life,
till your breath(spirit) is all i live on,
and your GLORY i forever ride.
My Father 'n' My God...
Take my hand...
Use my all.
Take my heart,
tear it up,
and mold again.
I am you pitcher,
made of clay
by your hands
...break me
...remake me
...grace me
only for your HONOUR
My Potter 'n' My Maker.
