True Love - Christian Poem

My Jesus - lover of my soul To your bosom I fly Spreading my wings strong and wide Soaring high, high into the sky I do not desire for mansions in heaven Made of Gold and Diamonds But I desire for your Love And your selfless love alone I desire your presence day and night Seeking your face that's all my right And sing to U - worthy worthy worthy You are Oh Lord God Almighty. By Marina John Alexander