Fullness

I look at the beauty of a simple plant
Run my fingers along a piece of tree.
I take notice of a pleasing scent
Lift my voice to declare I'm free.
I listen to the word of God
Found on the gentle breeze,
Or in the roaring wind
The thundering storm
The sermon's meat
And I taste the bread, I drink the cup
I dance, I run, I laugh and weep
I take hold of you and what you have
That I might live in fullness

© 2005 Matt Naylor