These words were found
Not just bouncing on my tongue
But snug in my heart, next to the love
Your presence has sung.
From midnight choirs
To daytime showers
I sing these phrases, these tunes,
And the bearing fruits
Are golden memories of you.
I should be praying to end world hunger
Or some sort of lasting world peace,
But only one song of mine rings
From me on my knees:
Lord, guide me to her, for she
Is the only vision these eyes open to see
Nov 5, 2012
Nov 5, 2012 at 1:44 PM UTC
These words were found
Not just bouncing on my tongue
But snug in my heart, next to the love
Your presence has sung.
From midnight choirs
To daytime showers
I sing these phrases, these tunes,
And the bearing fruits
Are golden memories of you.
I should be praying to end world hunger
Or some sort of lasting world peace,
But only one song of mine rings
From me on my knees:
Lord, guide me to her, for she
Is the only vision these eyes open to see
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