Sweet Dove of Innocence
Is IT You that Carries the flight of each Word?

Far Beyond the Frozen Wonders of the Soul……...
I see your Wings of Lite ….
they are my very eyes.

Appetite of God...Above the Temptation
I Claim this Throne.
no Power of itself, just the willingness of God.
It is in this chair, in which I now sit

Hand of the Father, Pen of the Mother
I am the paper upon which You write

World without End.
This Word of LIFE, I AM.

Persistence of Patience
that is the sweetness of Peace
It is I who comes to You

ORDER.
LOVE