Whispers of Love
I hear the silent sounds of abundance
in a dream of reality, a timely trance.
My gentle soul swirls like a dying dove...
Wake me Sweetie with the whispers of love.
Helpless, nothing in my hands I bring;
with hope to the cross of Christ I cling.
My fears and faith look up above...
Wake me Sweetie with the whispers of love.
Kiss me with the lips of eternal kindness,
grace my gate with the gift of gladness.
Hopeless, I have no point to prove...
Wake me Sweetie with the whispers of Love.
Tough tears like an ever-rolling stream
flow freely at the shore of death-dream.
Will this mountain of mysteries move?
Wake me Sweetie with the whispers of love.
Such a lonely lane, not a faithful friend
can be found...what a terrible trend!
My heart yearns to make the right move...
Wake me Sweetie with the whispers of love.
When to this world I bid my final farewell,
let me have truest of tales to tell
among the saints you will approve...
Wake me Sweetie with the whispers of Love.
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