Honey Tree
I met a Lady like Queen Deborah;
Her smile was pure as Judah.
As I gazed into her eyes;
I became still as if I were paralized.
I saw a reflection of myself and realized;
I had been captured by God's Spirit eyes.
I saw a vision of God's glory,
And remembered the Hebrew story.
The song of Deborah, I kept viewing,
Reminding me of the lord's blessings.
I was on a date with her, deep in thought;
I visualized a date palm with honey fruit.
I embraced the fruit branches to eat;
I tasted the fruit, and the juice was sweet.
I opened my eyes and realized,
I had been kissed by a Lady; I was amazed!
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