The Trembles of Love

I love the trembles I get when I think about You, Jesus,
Like golden ripples on an endless sea,
Like the hush of dawn breaking over the mountains,
Like the thrill of rain kissing the earth, setting my spirit free.

Holy Spirit, make them richer, deeper, stronger,
Turn them into rivers that rush with delight,
Let my soul quiver with Your gentle whispers,
As heaven's light unfolds in my sight.

I long to paint You a masterpiece, my Lord,
With colors unseen by mortal eyes,
A canvas drenched in hues of worship,
Where glory dances, and love never dies.

I’ll sketch the fire in Your eyes so bright,
And the mercy that drips from Your hands,
I’ll brush each stroke with trembling wonder,
As Your presence over my soul expands.

And when my colors have told their story,
I'll let my heart take up the pen,
To write a poem that sings of Your beauty,
A song of love beyond human ken.

A soul-soothing poem, soft as the river’s sigh,
A melody woven in stardust and grace,
Where angels pause in hushed devotion,
And heaven’s echoes fill this sacred space.

Then I will gather each note, each word, each shade,
And bind them in a song of surrender true,
A melody shaped by trembling hands,
A song of love, composed for You.

Is this something You would like, my Lord?
Would You sit with me as I paint, as I write, as I sing?
Would You whisper as I find the colors of heaven,
And play the tune that makes the stars ring?

For I love the trembles I get when I think about You, Jesus,
They are the love songs my spirit cries,
Holy Spirit, make them richer still,
Until they rise like incense to the skies.

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