June 16, 2007

uncut diamonds

He touches me
I hear breaking glass
He brushes back my hair
The smile softens I see faith in those eyes yet
I don’t know where I'm safe
Trust comes so easily
But still my weakness freezes me.

I must be led by grace and be alone
To listen, where silence grips me
In its palm I hear your whispers
In patience I wait to see You:
You tell me the secrets of the past and future
Speaking in emotions
The spirit holds me still, fights my battles
Leads me in love’s world
Adds strength where there was nothing
Fills the soul to invisble
It is right for what I’ve become
And all else falls away
For there is nothing greater

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