I Met Him In New York
I look at you and my eyes dance in the shadow of your moonlight
My senses dance, they beam, they leap
Will my lips ever kiss the softness of your smile?
Will I ever sing over your heart?
Your eyes are like moonbeams, fireflies,
Sunlight rays, dancing, laughing, skipping, jumping
It’s the fourth of July
Your eyes are like Christmas Day and
Your smooth, velvet voice is like New Year’s Eve
I celebrate you
What can I do to bless you the way you have blessed me?
May the sun rise when you open your eyes
May the gentle wind from the south direct and guide your path
May you follow the sweet Holy Spirit that heals your heart
Receive His love
Let the healing waters run like river through your soul
I met him in New York.