Soaking in the Son, eyes closed head lifted up.
His rays beaming on my face. Soaking in the Son.
My seizing body trembles elated from His penetrating rays.
Resting in the Son, in His comforting healing arms.
His fulfilling touch means so much.
Satisfying, gratifying, and rectifying.
His radiant arms lifting me up, taking me to Abba Father.
Under the threshold to the Garden.
Spirits bonding, fire in my eyes, unable to open.
So deeply in love and in sincere worship, exalting the Son.
Such pleasure that is indescribable.
So blessed, so mystifying, so immovable.
When I am soaking in the Son.
Reading: Habakkuk 3:4
His splendor was like the sunrise; rays flashed from his hand,
where his power was hidden.