Miniscule little wishes...
That fit within this cage of silence...
I love his little fingertips..
the mind i find as safe and priceless...
With hard as sin. To forgive
But hes the greatest triumph...
With satans violence..
At bay and making shaking blindness
He stakes love as the greatest
Kindness...
The praise of making. Ways of binding...
The legs of justice
The face of lions...
Hunger for a saviour timeless.
Like grapes of whine..
The date behind us....
With waits of fate the makings of a major shining