All Things Are Possible
Cupid’s arrow hit her
Now her soul drinks in the love
Of Cupid’s arrow
Her heart is no longer narrow
But wide open
She sits in an ocean
Of love that overflows
Never again to be in intermittent streams
Of melting snow
Nights of joy have been assigned to her
Unperverted justice she wears as a fur
When she thought she was fragile
She was actually so strong
God is love
And in him there’s no wrong
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