Were I: a precious pure white dove?
Peering in through windows up above
Could I see the gold of Jesus' love?
Flowing from his beautiful heart and mind...
His shining brilliance: His dazzling soul
Spilled forth to fill our fractures: our cracks
His water of life flowing through our veins
Comes from the tears he shed for us
Upon that awful cross at Calvary...
Our Lord: the tree of life: as I see him
Had to be cut down to give forth his blood
Like Frankincense and Myrrh: His tears
Dried upon his dying branches: a flood
To cover each and every one of us...sinners
Like a balm: his healing properties evoke
Perfumed incense rising up unto our Father
He intercedes in heaven for our souls
Promised this to you and me: to set us free...
To be continued...
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