Hope on a knife
You are the quiet shore
I am the molten fear
Born Like Queen Esther
Timely pleasure with purpose
Strange twist of those who hunger
For those who thirst for righteousness
Anxious yet believing
I have sought you with tears
Now I wait like a drugged lover
Balloons in an hour of betrothal
So dam afraid of love
The only good ending is Christ
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