Not that I haven't touched the morning dew
Nor wished upon a shooting star,
Not that I haven't smelled the montain rain
Nor felt the soft soft skin of a new born child,
Not that I haven't layed in a spring meadow
Nor cuddled in the warmth of my mothers arms.
Not that I haven't seen the colors of the rainbow
Nor the sun setting in western sky,
Not that i haven't heard the silence of the winter snow
Nor children laughing and playing without a care.
But I would give this all up to kneel at His feet and wash them with my tears,
To be glorified in His presence,
To look into His face.
And I would serve Him with all my heart
Leigh Ann
