Garments Scented In Myrrh Aloes As Cassia

Without the means to take us there, we spread our wings.. Amid imagination and shall one fail as fly ? Revisiting days gone by A young teen sitting at her mall; tainted, still far from polluted be they yet Their heart but even more so it's flesh ? Spreading this cloak covering, life's darkness Servants of sin slaves, claimed in carnal and whom is free ? Fashioned love's platter Where from we feast ? His children stepping through time to now bind, reasons... Atop her bench while beauty she passes within, such glorious light ? Nineteen seventy-five.