Of all the women I know,
She alone, stands out.
She walks with an air of grace,
Of gentility and kindess.
Days may come, hours may pass,
and still my love of her will never
meet its end. I see her heart,
it draws me nearer each moment.
One could say, I love her,
One could say I'm in awe of her,
I say, To love her is to worship her,
and to pursue her just as the Father
pursues her.
Oct 17, 2012
Oct 17, 2012 at 7:11 AM UTC
Of all the women I know,
She alone, stands out.
She walks with an air of grace,
Of gentility and kindess.
Days may come, hours may pass,
and still my love of her will never
meet its end. I see her heart,
it draws me nearer each moment.
One could say, I love her,
One could say I'm in awe of her,
I say, To love her is to worship her,
and to pursue her just as the Father
pursues her.
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