I COME TO YOU

I come to you as a southern breeze,
with a whisper to stir the summer leaves

I come to you as a drop of rain,
symbol of the tears guarding your pain.

I come to you as a golden beam,
To shed light on beauty yet unseen

I come to you as the morning dew,
Each day begins fresh, a time to start new

I come to you a voice against fear,
With nary a word you will know I’m here

I come to you with your surrender,
to fulfill desires, so sweet and tender.

I come to you when shadows surround,
when the voice of hope makes not a sound.

I come to you as the will to stand tall,
I am the human spirit that dwells in us all.