Sun blooms in the season, summer gives way to kindness and then the joy! Sheerest anticipation, with life ahead, I choose life instead. Who could ever have known this, who could then write a tale of one, a tale of one, ...is this then me to tell this?
A sudden strike sounds so ever pierce clear rings in my ears, a smile turns to a frown, how can this even be, I was not one for such to choose, the closeness and comfort come so dearly and in its 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 my Lord I choose. There is much to say, where do I start, a tale only a heart can ask, which sets me to journey the discovery, my very own heart.
Sorrow seasons and then the pain, ointment yes for all the shame. This suffices to say, I wander through valleys deep, I can call, and you will hear, you are my front you are my rear, in your arms, you hold me dear.
I love you, like morning dew, showering all with an array of love and kindness. I stand in both amaze and wonder, at all the beauty, no, listen intently so, this supersedes my deepest sorrow, Oh who can know this?
Paint my love with kindness and you will soon discover, a heart found for love and no other. Lord how much longer will you leave me in the dark, Oh my Lord, did we not start this journey with joy and kindness? Many a time, yes my Lord, I feel lost with blindness.