COME TO KNOW YOU
We are born and play through our youth
And come to taste the pain of growing up.
In our middle years we more than make up for the time we wasted,
So we think, by striking at everything in sight.
We taste the wine, hear the song, smell the burn of fear.
We walk the walk how we are taught,
And forget how to be a natural friend.
Finally we tire of the game and begin to feel that there’s something wrong
And turn within to face the charges made about us.
We die we think, yet come to comprehend
We choose to live and die forgetting again.
Each time I come face to face with You
And look in your eyes that are more than a window to the mind;
They are a window to the soul – yours and mine.
I come to know You.
You are strong, you are wise, you are true in heart.
You are beautiful, so am I and everyone else,
If we are aware of it or not.
I come to know this intrepid spirit of You,
You are so good at heart.
This is True. Love and Light, PortiaSLB