Pages of Your Life

Let me dip my quill into the Master’s colorful plan for you. With golden ink, to erase the dark, He’ll make things new. I hear music from Wisdom’s domain, where dreams revive. Once I loved a man so completely, I was strengthened ‘alive.’ Your garden has luscious trees and some patches neatly kept. Though, now, I know the parts of quicksand; this I’ll not forget. My Designer comes prepared, with foundation corner stones, to fill. Here am I, his faithful handmaiden, ready and willing to do His will. Never was I the one to be afraid; or allow circumstances to sway. It’s just that I died so horribly, the day you went away. My Gardener, my Friend, will guide each step for your need. I mustn’t draw-back now, because of horrors which cause to bleed. This Butterfly flies-, but sometimes she’s His quill to enhance. I’m not looking for myself, you know, nor for the average romance. Father says two can heal; two, that is, whose hearts do care. Golden words of destiny is formed, divine, with life beyond compare.