Sacred Romanticism

I see your face in a dew drop,
I hear your voice in the mist.
Your presence is prevailing,
A force I cannot resist.

There is nowhere I can hide,
No sanctuary from your beauty.
My heart will not let me hide
or shirk my responsive duty.

Love compels an unreasoned reaction
from a heart touched by grace.
I can neither stop nor stay,
To rapid expression I must race.

If I could touch the face I seek,
be held by the arms everlasting,
I would praise your pre-eminence,
against you all else be contrasting.

To be in that place of intimacy divine
Will be a privilge too perfect for me
But mine it will be on that Day
When You face to face I see.