I penned this humble poem last night:

Oh, sweet presence of the Lord,
Is this what is meant by loving Thee
with all my heart,
with all my soul,
with all my strength?
Then truly is thy command sweet to me.
May my heart beat always in this,
my mind think only in this,
all my strength pour out into this,
That I might dwell always in Thy Presence.

Sink my roots deep in Thy temporary tomb
that there they may drink deeply of Thy atoning blood.
Strengthen and grow my trunk firm in Thy doctrine.
Spread a verdant canopy to be ever nourished
in the radiance of Thy holy light.
And lift my branches ever in your praise.