|Poetry & ProsePoetry & Prose OnlineJoyce C. Lock
My ChildEach time you come to me in prayer,
I rejoice to hear the sound of your voice.
Whenever you think on my name,
My heart doth abundantly rejoice.
As oft as your heart bows to worship,
I hear a most wondrous melody.
It's as if all of heaven and earth
Are in a most perfect harmony.
When circumstance disallows
From the busyness of life,
Come share that time with me.
It's with you I want to abide.
by Joyce C. Lock