Pour Blessings Down...

Pour blessings down upon my love,

For though my state remains unchanged,

I want for him to breathe this life

Of joy, of hope; bring no more burd’ns

Upon his head, please; it is I

Who pays that heavy price now,

For all the trouble that I caused,

And let me not forget the lust I had;

That glamorous stealer of composure

Who I still hold back inside me now.

Remember him: my darling, and open eyes

To see that glory this is possessed by him;

Do let it be spread all over me,

And to my soul, ‘cause from it

He carved my broken heart.

Against the wall it lies, prepared,

For his love to come once again,

Soak away the doubt, and be that blessing.

The End

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