How my heart would give
What thy eyes fear to see;
The humble plea of Heaven;
Man’s splendor and creation
Present in the heart
Beloved soul of thee.
What heights
I would take thee;
To release your hunger
thirst and doubt
That thy might sip
Upon my passion;
Love, Forgiveness
And-fearless-mercy
The breath of life
Hailed unto thee.
Oh, How my heart
would give...
what thy eyes
fear to see;
~Passion~Passion~Passion~
Exaulted-unto-thee
The humble plea of Heaven
Man’s splendor and creation.






Ciara













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