The Place Where We Met Poem by Helen C Capan

The swells of my heart
Rise up to the God
Of the heavens
Who reached down to me,
And the place where we met
Is such Holy Ground
That it always amazes me.

The fingers of my hands
Reach up to touch the Lord
Whose Own Son paid
The price of Calvary,
And the blood flowing down
Washes over me
Now my garments are sparkling clean.

And the place where we met
Is such Holy Ground
That it always amazes me.

The life that I lead
I offer up to the Lord
For His Service
Within this earthly realm,
And the peace that He gives
Each and every day
With such joy that It’s worth it all.

And the place where we met
Is such Holy Ground
That it always amazes me.