Food Mart

I'm writing You love notes in the blank back pages of this book,
Cause I don't mind who sees it - I want the world to look.
I'm so drenched in Your love;
I see it in everything,
Like smiles on doorknobs,
And grins in the margarine.
Like strong currents in a river,
Like the hands holding me;
Like the tingles when I shiver
Like the leaves on a tree.
I'm dancing down the aisles of the empty food mart,
Cause every time I hear Your name I nearly fall apart.