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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.

© 2012