Sun bloom, summer kindness and then the joy! Sheerest anticipation, life ahead, life instead. Who could ever have known this, who could then write a tale of one, a tale of one, ...me to tell this.
A sudden strike, a sound so ever pierce clear rings in my ears, a smile turns to a frown, how can this even be, I was not one for this to choose, the closeness and comfort come so dearly and in it's time, sweet Spirit of the Lord, pain becomes of no regard, you hold my hand and then my heart.
What then shall I do, what shall I say, is this then my lot to choose, rather lofty praise to Him, my Lord I choose. There is much to say, where do I start, a tale only a heart can ask, which sets me on a journey to discover the heart of my own?
Open sorrow and then the pain, ointment yes for all my shame. This suffices, and as I wander through valleys deep, I can call, and you will hear, you are my front you are my rear.
I love you, like morning dew, showering all with an array of sheer life. I then take time, yes I behold life, I stand amazed at all her beauty, no, listen intently so, this supersedes my deepest sorrow or even my very pain.