A Monchielle Of Love

Oh Monchielle of Love thou fittest me like glove inside His palm, His child, aiming up like a dove of love, truthful and wild. Oh Monchielle of Love unnotched from up above ye knowest when to heal, without the earthly shove of sheltered, human creel. Oh Monchielle of Love your written word thereof tells me I am worthy Thou shalt be my ringdove in my lonesome journey Oh Monchielle of Love receptacle of love pannikin of my soul thou fittest me like glove cored inside, heaven's cove.