Thy Kingdom Come

When the moon falls to wake our dreams,
And the dew seems to gather beams
Of light cast from the rising sun,
Announcing that the day's begun;

When the birds fly through morning skies,
And the cock's crow their daily cries;
When the deer feeds on fields of green;
When trees unfold their leafy screen;

I think about Your grand design,
And enter into the divine,
Where to Your will I shall succumb,
And gently feel thy kingdom come.

It comes and washes over me
A forecast of my destiny;
A sense of love, and peace inside;
A welcoming with arms out wide.

Although at times I seem to fail,
It's through Your strength I shall prevail,
And should my days turn worrisome;
I'll seek to feel thy kingdom come.

This poem was a finalist in the March 2011 poetry contest