The Lover of my soul
fills a God-shaped hole,
in the immortal hours of hurting
& skirting issues of eternity;
He loves me, the sin within falls away,
peeled like sunburnt skin on a summer eve,
He leaves me spotless and pure,
sure of His love and promise,
I am the sickness, He the cure.
Remember, my soul, your true Lover,
He waits upon waves of Grace and clear pools of mercy,
Frozen willow branches still in the morning,
Soaring birds await his call,
the Lover of my Soul,
with His Beauty.
Risen and lovely,
He remains,
stains removed from loneliness,
adrift on the shore,
no strings to before,
only love for
Him.
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