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Tower princess, let your guard
Cease this vain defense
In this, your own heart you mar
Torn upon the fence
In surrender, safety comes
Loss gives way to gain
How long and deep love's river runs
Drenching, bleeding rain
Oh, grasp these waters, tender heart
But only if you flee
Raze this tower and re-guard
Yourself alone with me
Hear my call, take my hand
Escape yourself and bear my brand.
This brand of love seals you as mine
I'll take you, love you, hearts align.
Trust me wholly, make me yours
Seek my heart behind these doors.
No need to knock, I give the key
I wait expecting, darling, please…
Come close, come near
Abide with me
Cease this vain defense
In this, your own heart you mar
Torn upon the fence
In surrender, safety comes
Loss gives way to gain
How long and deep love's river runs
Drenching, bleeding rain
Oh, grasp these waters, tender heart
But only if you flee
Raze this tower and re-guard
Yourself alone with me
Hear my call, take my hand
Escape yourself and bear my brand.
This brand of love seals you as mine
I'll take you, love you, hearts align.
Trust me wholly, make me yours
Seek my heart behind these doors.
No need to knock, I give the key
I wait expecting, darling, please…
Come close, come near
Abide with me
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Ephraim
I was there
when you took your first breaths,
a small wrinkly thing in my hand
- ugly as the night,
but to me: so beautiful.
And I loved you.
I was there
when you took your first steps,
grinning with pride, and clutching my hands
- falling once in a while
but I picked you up.
And I loved you.
I was there
when you were sick;
it was I who healed you,
for I loved you.
I was there
when you were hungry;
I bent down to feed you,
for I loved you.
But now
all grown up
you've wandered far
in desert wastelands,
sat in darkness
and deepest gloom.
You've become fools
through your rebellious ways
and now in the tempest
you sta
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Preciosa
He was lonely.
The Creator of all things...was lonely.
He had created all that His Heart desired, but He still felt that yearning for somebody...somebody whom He longed to touch, to caress, to remind of His constant love.
He closed His eyes and imagined this somebody whom He would love more than the sun, the moon, the stars, the seas, the animals, the land. He smiled as He thought and He opened His eyes slowly.
"Perfect..." He whispered.
He gathered the flowers from His garden, the grass and the dirt from under His feet, and the clouds drifting past Him. He gently and slowly molded out His creation, His beloved dream, in His hands. He
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Upon the paper
Her hands grip me tightly
As she moves me around the paper
A black stain she leaves behind
As she frowns in thoughtful labor
Such pretty words she writes
And for awhile I thought it was me
That made the pretty words apper
For a moment I thought it could be
But now I see I'm just a tool
What she uses to print her art
Sometimes it makes me feel good
Other times it breakes my heart
I wish it could be me
That thinks those pretty words
But any thoughts I have
Sadly will never be heard
But for now I am content
To be her worker in this labor
To be the first one to see her work
Her pretty words upon the paper
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Matters of the heart... A forsaking of the "do's and don'ts" to find safety in something much deeper: to be hemmed and held by love.
"Such love has no fear, because perfect love expels all fear."
I John 4:18
"Such love has no fear, because perfect love expels all fear."
I John 4:18
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Aww....
Beautiful.
Beautiful.