Ecstasy

I see the work of your hand,

the incomprehensible beauty,

keeping everything in its place.

I hear your illustrious voice

in the midst of the roaring seas,

emitting an unrecognizable peace.

I feel your presence empowering me,

an ever-present pursuit of my heart,

perpetually overflowing me with your grace.

How deep is the flow of this sweet, sweet, love?

This poem is about: 
Me

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