I bow my weary head as I pour out my soul before the Lord.

I weep and cry seeking deliverance from my self.

Times my mind does wonder, asking are you here my Savior?

Only to feel a tender touch on my head, assuring me, He is near too me.

My eyes are closed, yet I can see His beautiful face radiant before me.

Looking into His eyes filled with compassion and mercy.

Knowing He alone knows my heart, yet He still loves me.

He stands among us yet we are not aware that He is nigh.

He does appear to those that seek Him and He makes Himself known.

He is a loving savior, neither critical nor condemning to His sheep.

Oh, how He longs to offer salvation to all of mankind.

Yet man at times goes through life as if He does not exist.

He waits and watches over those that seek Him and is close by.

He will appear only when man bows his head as a humble servant.

After all He is the King of Kings and Lord of Lords.

But He is not so high of a King that He is not moved with the infirmities of mankind.

As a soul longs to be in His presence , only when one bows their head and seek Him can He be found.

Jesus Christ our Lord and savior, here to heal help and deliver His people.

Sonja © 2007