Sunday, September 01, 2002

Late one night after returning from a long day of ministry, the team gathered in the hotel foyer for fellowship. I chose to return to my room, warm up, and write a little before bed. I thought of all I had experienced that day; all the hugs, kisses and smiles. The poem flowed from a heart of thanksgiving. But the tears flowed when I really understood, just how many times I had kissed the mouth of my Lord.