so thirsty as the deserts,
looking for the rains.
lost like the running stream,
looking for the way.
en-cuffed...weeping in chains-
with a heart breathing faintly in pains.
twas hard the cry of a soul-
snuffling in the smoke of sin.
His love like a fountain,
so cold, springing from a tender arm,
clears the screen of my mind-
of fears, to plant the seed of faith
just like a story-a fairy tale,
the Word was turned to flesh.
from the throne it falls to the dust,
...risen then again on a crossed wood!
what a love...a passion unselfish! .
that cares to kiss my night with stars,
in His grace, divine and pure as light! .
He is...what a song cant say out loud! .
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