
In this month of Elul
I approach my King
who came down from His throne
earth meeting His feet
striding the fields
to be alongside me
and in His presence
I’m in His halls
might oaks trumpeting
blossoms rejoicing
clouds like chariots
painting a masterpiece on blue canvas
with glorious brushes of light
zephyrs rest and calm my soul
as all fauna’s joy stirs my spirit
I’m walking through an open door
to His heart flung open,
to meet my beloved
my gentle, humble, and magnificent King.