A LOVE STORY


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--