massaging mortal senses once carved from potters hands,
release thine energy,
rapture my doubting thoughts ~
bathe this crippled virgin, cleanse me with your touch,
mend my broken spirit, as you dangle the stars from my future nest ~
generations of hope have gone before me,
rescue their souls from torment of darkened graves,
wipe my tears of confusion ~
forgive those who deny repentance, cage their wickedness,
moisten my lips, so that i may sing angelic melody unto your heavenly hearth,
.....you're the whisper in the wind,
comfort this dying world as we cry out,
.....father ~






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