You opened my heart so it can sing
Along with all the angels you bring
Blessings you give to me from above
Attest to me of your undying love
You love me much more than I deserve
And have mercy on me without reserve
And though I exist in a fallen state
You have opened for me heaven's gates
You welcome me home as a wayward son
Rejoicing with me oh Holy One
You remove every obstacle from my path
And smite the Enemy with great wrath
Protecting me from he who does lie
And wishes for me only to die
Surely for me salvation has come
I'll someday be with you in your kingdom
Seeing the beauty of your face
And knowing the truth of every place
What words can I use to give thanks to you
For there seem to be none that will do
All I can offer is my beating heart
My mind and my soul and for my part
Return to you in some small way
All the love to me you relay
You ask for so little and give me so much
You accept what I can give and take it as such
There is no price that would fairly pay
For all that you give to me every day
You are my shelter, my rock and refuge
With you I feel safe away from the deluge
Your presence to me is as a peaceful dawn
To the tranquility of you I am eagerly drawn
You give to my soul a place to rest
Away from all the things that do test
Far from a world beset with sin
I scarce can wait to return again

Reclining on the garden bench,
leaning on my shoulder,
your eyes intently watch
something, I notice, though,
in my book,I am engrossed.

Taking eyes off the page,
I scan the the fecund garden,
abuzz with bees, chirping birds,
all kinds of hums and songs of life,
                                  spring brings,
and then, my eyes catch
that scene:your object of intense interest,

Two mating birds, in their frenzy of love;
two love struck mandarin ducks, very colorful.
                                   It's in this season they find, their pair,
                                    and give themselves to shameless lust,
                                   gentle tune of their bodies turning,
                                    intense, scorching their *****.

You withdraw, feeling shy
on your voyeuristic streak,
which i found out, inadvertently,
*but your eyes, cryptically,
make inquiries to me,
"Interested?" I whisper"Of course'
that sounds like an evil hiss