Blogged at the back of her mind
Oceans of emotions, they use the word Love
He madeth her in His own likeness
And of Him she hath received
Eons of love… Haveth to give
Father, did Thy glory seeth thru me
Would Thou not consider, I have but a woman’s heart
In giving you have received, was it not said
Then yet, fill me off my emptiness
The touch of human gladness
Whispers, spoken tenderness
Words, where I love you’s were meant
She knows she careth enough to love
Mystical feelings, from above
That which matters most to Thee
Entrusted to a juvenile me..
Arms in small strength oh Lord,
Thou say strong to hold warm, love dearly
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