When circumstances dance
with tattered threads of dissonance
I'll ask You once to ease this stress
and synthesize new strength from difference.

When passion lays with bated breath
subdued behind the facade of death
I hope You'll give of Yourself to bless
this interchange where less is less.

When it's Love that's just Love
not pretending to be something more
I'll know You by the easy grace
that's flowing through Your core.

Nothing lasts beyond these moments
sacrificed, in passing, to kindle movements.
I'd give myself to You, forever,
if I thought that we could part.