You are

An account of my perfect man

You are like a shining silver bird
Flying high and free and near the sun
The warmth of sunbeams beating on your back
and the spirit of God rustling through your wings

You are like the tender morning dew
Resting on the bitter broken leaves
To change the winter of my discontent
into the spring of everlasting dreams

You are like that man upon the cross
Crying tears for all the world to see
The blood that dripped upon this sinners head
The rising Son that set this captive free

You are all the things I wish I were
The things that God will some day make me be
You are all the things I'll ever want
and you will never cease to be these things