My Soul's Desire

The story's very old yet still told,
"My soul's desire is to,
Reach out to the needy giving all,
God's Love, by His Grace, I do."

Like a beautiful symphony's grand,
Finale, Love's her mission,
Each heart's condition she takes to task,
For God's the Great Physician.

Yes the Lord's Love has beauty that is,
Truly fragrant as the rose,
For it blooms full, flowering His Own,
Bouquet's Sweetness while Love flows.

There she sits with dignity and grace,
Like white doves flying through air,
While her attitude of wonder lives,
Melodramatic despair.

She is a lady of substance with,
Strength, her black garlanded hair,
Up high brings alive her lovely face,
Carrying a world of care.

Nothing can add to the sheer beauty,
Of this virtuous woman,
Nor the painted portrait she poses,
For, yet it shall always stand.

Her heart bleeds for so many people,
As their hopes seem to be gone,
Never opening fragrant petals,
In life to flower a song.

Early in years she began to share,
Her luxuries and great wealth,
All her comforts, even her love for,
Them lifting up dreams and health.

She tells of God's Love giving life's hope,
Providing in every way,
As she shares her luxurious home,
Giving her heart too each day.

The atmosphere in the room seems to,
Breathe in her beauty and grace,
While her soul thus cries for the many,
Without a smile on her face.

As the beautiful red rose is sweet,
In fragrance, Love's her mission,
Each heart's condition she takes to task,
For God's the Great Physician.

The story's very old yet still told,
"My soul's desire is to,
Reach out to the needy giving all,
God's Love, by His Grace, I do."

©Sondra McPherson
05 August 2009