How wonderful it is to be your child
The benefits seem to be never ending,
Never fleeting, always at the beginning,
Meaning that your grace seems to always feel brand new
If we are all one body I desire to be the tattoo
That covers the body and speaks of you!
Joy comes in the morning, so depressing nights can never keep me
Your words speak of my bondage, and then ORDER releasing
Feasting on your commands and desires
Standing close to the flame in hopes that I would be on fire
To be a light to this dark callous planet
That often has me compromising until I scream, “I can’t stand it!”
God Damn It! But wait…if he did that, he’d damn me
Because they are no more sinful than I can be.
Can’t believe that you didn’t scrap us all and start again
Instead you sacrificed the creator for the creation to purify the sin?
I have no idea what to speak, so I’ll just say I Love You
And forgive me when my priorities get twisted, because I mean to put NO one above you.