My Love, Jesus
My Love, Jesus
Your skin glows crimson hyssop, blossoms flourish as rose the hopes of spring;
My yearning heart rises your harp as a voice that leaps liken sheep;
At the whisper of your name, Jesus;
The evening ascends in on a great doves wing(My love Jesus);
I am calmed by your robe that I carry to the twilight tree beams held next;
To my hands arms and branches limbs(My love Jesus);
I am filled with the hope that I may dry your tears of water;
As my feet falls from my sandals, it reminds me of you a singer;
In the hushed, I listen for the last joyish praise of the spring;(My love Jesus)
My heated arms leaps to my toting sac, await I crystal moonlight for Christ;
Angels and men we maybe singing as one, arm to arm, in search of the glorious purple and spiritual Heaven of love (My love Jesus);
I shall sing unto you my love, Jesus(My love Jesus);
My love Jesus, Jesus you are my love(My love Jesus);
5/1/19
For May 2019 Premier 1 Any Theme, Any Form,
Up to A Max Of 14 (F O R T E E N ) Lines Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
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