Perfection

Laying here, looking up at the sky through the tree branches...
I let Your grace wash over me.
The wind plays with my hair.
Everything is so quiet.

I can't speak.
I don't want to speak.
I just want to lay here and be still;
swinging from side to side on this rusted metal swing for two,
being cradled in Your arms.

Perfection.

The sun has gone down
but I can still feel its glow on my skin.
The moon has come out to join us.
The coolness of the air reminds me that You are with me;
You have never left me.

"Sing, O daughter of Zion; shout, O Israel; be glad
and rejoice with all the heart, O daughter of Jerusalem.
The LORD hath taken away thy judgments, He hath
cast out thine enemy: the king of Israel, even the LORD, is in the midst of thee:
thou shall not see evil any more.
In that day it shall be said to Jerusalem, Fear thou
not: and to Zion, Let not thine hands be slack.
The LORD thy God in the midst of thee is mighty;
He will save, He will rejoice over thee with joy;
He will rest in His love [He will quiet you with His love]
[With His love, He will calm all your fears]
[He will renew you with His love],
He will joy over thee with singing.
Zeph 3:14-17