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Sometimes…

Sometimes I wonder if my love will be too much…

Will my kiss be too tender?

Will my hugs be too soft?

Will you have your fill of me?

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To my lover…

You awaken the depths of my soul and breathe life into my weathered existence.

Your lips press against mine and your words spill out of me. 

Your eyes lineup with mine and you change my vision of the world, of my past, of myself.

You love me so completely and with so much fervor that all my broken pieces only make sense in your presence. My heart aches for he sight of you and my soul cries out for your tender mercies. 

Even when you slay me, my lips will not relent in giving you praise. The fruit of my lips are an offering pleasing to you and this broken, tattered heart of mine is your most prized possession. 

Should another come between you and I? May it never be so.

May I never forget the caress of your forgiveness and the overshadowing of my shortcomings. 

May another never take the king of my heart from His throne, but may my body be presented to you eternally as a sacrifice and living testament of your grace. 

Give me more, love me harder, draw me closer, breathe me in until only your breath remains in me.

Let my lips speak your words.

Let my heart beat with your love.

Let my mind, think your thoughts. 

May I live everyday, with the expectation of my lover. He will never leave me, never forsake me and daily He shares pages from the 66 book love letter that tells me just how completely and unselfishly He loves me.

My beloved is mine and I am His. 

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As her heart speaks…

Words do no justice

For as her heart speaks

Her soul cries out strength

Though her flesh is weak

Though emotions overtake her

And life seems to get her down

Jesus never leaves her

He’s always to be found

His love is her heart’s song

His grace a melody loud

His love is for the weary

His wrath is for the proud

Before her heart could cling to Him

Her soul must first release

The melody of old sin and shame

When at first her heart did speak

A new song she has been given

Of redemption and true love

She sings of things she never knew

Before she had His love

Her face upon the altar, her hand stretched toward the throne

Her heart now sings of hope

Born from His grace alone.