When you sit and stroke my hand
Your voice is louder than the ones in my head.
Your touch is soft,
Your words comfort and love.
Our bodies intertwined in the fresh of rain,
You tell me to breathe it in.
"Breathe slowly" you want me to smell the earthy rain.
That way I can know that you're real.
We sit, you guide me through the pain,
And afterwards, in devotion and petition to our God we kneel.
We both know He's the only one who can heal.
Tell me you love me.
And through the ocean in my eyes, I'll tell you the same.
We'll think about how great life could be,
And we'll praise His holy name.
May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 8:17 PM UTC
When you sit and stroke my hand
Your voice is louder than the ones in my head.
Your touch is soft,
Your words comfort and love.
Our bodies intertwined in the fresh of rain,
You tell me to breathe it in.
"Breathe slowly" you want me to smell the earthy rain.
That way I can know that you're real.
We sit, you guide me through the pain,
And afterwards, in devotion and petition to our God we kneel.
We both know He's the only one who can heal.
Tell me you love me.
And through the ocean in my eyes, I'll tell you the same.
We'll think about how great life could be,
And we'll praise His holy name.
