A LOVE STORY
Shower me, my Lord
with grace of plenty;
Send it to my heart
and make it grow.
Soften me, my Lord
my temple's ready;
Make it in my heart
the place to go.
Gather me, my Lord
these thorns of plenty;
Burn them all away
so I can sow.
Shelter me, my Lord
my temple's waiting;
Gifting me YOUR Oil
to reap my BEAU.
--byron lebeau--