Lift me up, Lord, so that I may kneel at Your feet; wash them, kiss them and dry them with my hair, just like Mary did.
Lift me up, Lord, so that I may sit on Your lap and sing a song about the wonder of Your saving grace.
Lift me up, Lord, so that I may look into Your smiling eyes and know without a shadow of a doubt how much You love me.
Lift me up, Lord. Hole me in Your gentle, but strong embrace. I’d like to plant a kiss on Your cheek and snuggle into Your shoulder. There would be a soft exchange of words ~ comforting words.
May I stay on Your lap just a little longer, please? Earth is so dark and no longer feels like home. I can’t wait for heaven to be my permanent home. But I know I must return. There are so many who don’t know about You yet.
I will take the fragrance of Mary’s perfume with me. It still lingers about You. I can smell it in Your hair.
You will return with me in the presence of the Holy Spirit. He is our Comforter until You return. Thank You, Lord, for our cuddle time today.