When the heavens declare to look up,see a glory
It surpasses the reflections of celestial bodies
It's not of men nor creatures when lovingly placed here
When all sons of creation sang for joy, and worship was fair
When you turned away from where your help comes
Homemade, in My image, the best you can become
That insatiable yearning deep inside is only for Me
To deny what I've placed in you would only be contrary
When hurt by your rebellion, in choosing another
In shame, you chose garments inefficient to cover
To hide is futile, I'm everywhere, even as time has shown
Hearts adorned with pride in things that are truly not your own
When this image of Me bows to other images, idols that cannot hear or feel
Such pride of heart that I desire, grasp for another to heal
A love, enough to pour water from rocks, even to protect and sustain you
I am jealous over you, all I want is your heart to love me to
In your quiet moments when lonely in a world
Loving hands will guide your paths if you would care to hold
When the enemy strikes and my warmth has left
A spot I'll mark as you sleep in cold, see a world in bereft
In My Essence, you were presented to love, to be
My Presence, a treasured one held so sincerely
In all your steps, if not ordered by me, you will never truly be free
Finally, when you strip yourself of all that annoys, you will rejoin me
Chris G Peters were born on the most southerly gem in the necklace of islands spanning the Caribbean Sea. Here where the sun shines differently and set as though kissing the horizon, where coral reefs blooms, surf greets the sand, musical rendition of waves pounding the shore. A salty mist is in the air and the verdant beauty of nature abounds everywhere. Learn more.