Friday, October 14, 2011


It numbly builds inside my chest
       spilling out before your boughs.
Crimson love, steadfast and abounding
       colossal, above my deeds.
Carry me to the richest ravine
       dazzle me in your word.
Fold me in your soft caress
       I'm jealous for your embrace.
I adore you, Lord.
       Abba, father, enchant me.

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