Gentle Rose of My Soul

thou art a muse of this prose all the fame thou credits them all thou lovely and tender rose of this fragile soul. beats the tempo of my heart you knew it well right from the start hear the rhythm of the pain though i know it sounds so lame to thee i’ll give this very heart broken and with no art some pieces torn of enviousness some were lost in emptiness some were blemished with a lust so fleeting it didn't last it wears the lingerie of deceit To catch a lion to the pit. unto thy grace i laid it all my doctor, my carpenter , my all in all make my heart beautiful to testify thy grace once more. Thou art a muse of my soul all the glory thou credits them all thou lovely and gentle whole JESUS lover of my soul