Language of the Spirit
I place my hand on your heart, and wipe the sweat from your brow,
I ask myself how I got here and I honestly don't know how,
I believe in faith and forgiveness and that love overpowers with prayer,
And when no one else is looking, His heart takes me there,
I recognize the fear underneath the behavior that can become the root idol of the soul,
And the trade off to release the one stronghold that plaqued them is to once again become whole,
The love is so deep in transition, the world's logic can't even touch,
When the mind is incapable of understanding, the spirit reaches out with love.
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