A syllable of desire in a novel of grace
Etched words bereaved of impurity
I long to read your words
Yet my longing is a blade of grass
In your meadow of generosity
I wish and pray for what I've seen
Yet what I've seen is but a fraction of what you offer
A silver ring in Solomon treasury
Strokes of forgiveness on a sun-bleached ledger
Detriment colored by joy
Definition given by the Great Author
Definement and refinement
Anxiety is my bag of soil
With it i shall purchase gold and diamonds
You have sown your love into my heart
I have sold my ink to this paper
Each page of mercy in my soul's journal
Every curl of compassion's calligraphy
Rewriting me
Make my story yours
Feb 17, 2014
Feb 17, 2014 at 1:40 AM UTC
A syllable of desire in a novel of grace
Etched words bereaved of impurity
I long to read your words
Yet my longing is a blade of grass
In your meadow of generosity
I wish and pray for what I've seen
Yet what I've seen is but a fraction of what you offer
A silver ring in Solomon treasury
Strokes of forgiveness on a sun-bleached ledger
Detriment colored by joy
Definition given by the Great Author
Definement and refinement
Anxiety is my bag of soil
With it i shall purchase gold and diamonds
You have sown your love into my heart
I have sold my ink to this paper
Each page of mercy in my soul's journal
Every curl of compassion's calligraphy
Rewriting me
Make my story yours
Jan 23, 2014
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