Playin'

Upon my face, soft is His touch,

Butterfly kisses soothe me much.

As I drift into dreams and sleep,

A child’s voice calls me into the deep.

A gentle voice in my ear

Whispers, “Come follow Me, My dear.”
My Lord, Lover, Savior, King

Wants to show me another thing.

A child appears and takes my hand,

And swiftly we run o’er the land.

To the woods, between the trees,

Dancing, we, among the falling leaves.

We splash in crisp water ‘til end of day,

The smile on my face is all I can say.

The air is warm ‘n sweet, nearby is a creek,

We run ‘n play ‘til my lungs and legs are weak.

Warm, strong hands tug me back to bed,

And on my pillow, again, I lay my head.

“There is more to My nature, My beautiful love,

Of playfulness, I am not above.”