Conversation with the Lord
Dear child, breathe in; breathe out again.
Hear my heartbeat, without complaint.
With my perfection, you are a saint.
Dear Lord, I hold your hand; its pierce.
Weak child, you’re strong; your tears I dry.
Hear my promises, abide by;
With tongues adulation and sigh.
See, with Judah’s lion, you’re fierce.
Dear lamb, your red wool, white as snow.
Your eyes of fire and Spirit’s glow.
I’ll follow, wherever you go.
See me child, seated on High.
Led through the shadows, not afraid.
Your every word, I’ve obeyed.
Not perfectly, but covered, prayed.
Your soul is mine, you will not faint.
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