Use me lord, for your purpose.
Use me for a reason.
Use me, for all seasons.
Lord, use me yes, use me.

Let me be whatever you desire me to be.
Let me be your assigned servant.

Oh, use me lord, for your purpose.
Use me for a reason or for all seasons.

Let me be like the stars above a guiding light for those seeking to be save.
Lord, use me in any way you feel to get your message through.

After, a hurt relationship.
Someone will come along and say they be different.
And some will.
Some will say they won't hurt you.
But some do.

In your mist of hurt and heartbreak, you relent will ease.
And accept them into your life.
Some will excel at wiping pain away.
Some will fall in line like the ones that hurt you with pain.

It been stated, love is a hurting thing.
And David sung it beautifully.
Just walk away before love breaks your heart.

But we don't because being in love is a powerful draw.
And have left many myths to think about.

It's me.
Who writing you these lovely notes?
It's me.
Who laughing with you about my jokes.
It's me.
Who gleam whenever you look my way?
And what else?
For me to say, when you know it's me.

Stay away, like a cold.
Even that something no one truly want.
So, stay away love.
Avoid coming close.

You a heartache, leading to various heartbreaks.
So, stay away love.
Before I become a lovesick joke.

We all have things simply to avoid or give up.
And giving up on you simply my choice.

We, love love.
We embrace love.
We enhance it,
Many of us romance it.

We seek love.
We chase it.
And truly share it.

No powerful force controls us more than love.
And like an adventure soul we journey more to enjoy it.

We know love.
Expert within that field.

That one good memory that you can't forget.
Maybe it was the loving or maybe it was the kiss.
It just that good to get you to reflect.

That one good memory that just linger on.
Hold more good memories when you are grown.
Unlike others that spill their business.
You are not the one to tell anyone.

But from your smile friends know that it was good.
Yes, good, good, good.
Like you know that it would.

Yes, that one good memory that stays in your mind.

I love me.
Who else would love me?
If not me.

Yeah, a few will give you their undying love and support.
And that's a blessing to accept.
Because there's no insecurity, within me one bit.

I love me.
Simply and honestly love me.
Ask, yourself?
Who deserves to be love first?

Love is one of those tricky things.
That only a few can accept.
I accept loving me.