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Your words are always pleasant to my soul and their intent sweet as honey in its comb and where you walk buds and blossoms flower my desire to capture its beauty in every hour Your movements are married to every virtues grace and we ourselves desire to clearly reflect its face you did seek our healing of every wounded pain and all its comforts is the song of its refrain They are drawn to you like a mighty crowd though you are soft spoken not among the loud it is your solace they seek in all their days until the time they learn the fullness of your ways Like the earth we are mired in its clay until we are molded into learning Love your way so baked and scorched like the deserts of the earth until your reign is known and of its worth Soft and tender like a mother to her babe barely a whisper the voice the spirit made you drew pictures in every word we heard until its knowledge we have completely learned Like children you gave everyone your own affection directed them to give the highest values their inspection fed those who followed all their bodies , hearts and mind taught them to seek until the noble virtues find And as we grew taught us the things to cherish that we must never allow those things to perish and this is why I will always turn to you there is such sweetness the things you taught to do There can never be enough lifting of your praise you have sought to give us love with everlasting days So gently did you treat us like a newborn child rocked us with your own songs and of a love that's undefiled I hear your music its like an evening serenade I long to hear it the songs of life's parade you are my King the master of its every song among your company where I desire to belong The spirit and the bride say Come and take life's water free amen Let your kindgom come COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller via Duboff Law Group LLC

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