With Thine Lips
With thine lips
Death was said upon thy door
But, behind thine eyes it's kept
That it was actually at thy step
And by thine hand
In defense of life
Thou killed...
Another man
O' thy secret
Blown by soft kiss wet
And out spoken tears
As thou wept
It was in mine arms
And in thy heart
That I brought thee
Thy confessions in comfortness
But, in His
Twas to thy soul
Which He granted
Another way for thee to live
Copyright © Michael Smith | Year Posted 2013
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