There's No Dimension In My Giving
Have I ever loved another with true feeling?
Which other love lifts me to infinite heights?
And reaching for you in the shadows of morning,
the purity of thoughts dismisses external frights.
Have I ever measured the wonder of love's might?
It keeps on giving truly through light or darkness;
I must love you limitlessly, denying you no right...
I must love you faithfully, accepting all praises.
I must love you with the trueness of heart I choose,
making good use of it, not inflicting a bruise...
remembering grief and the adolescence's trust;
in joy and in pain, God's will I will be obeying.
After I'm dead, my promise will awaken at last,
delighted that there's no dimension in my giving.
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