Love

Crawl with me every step of the way
When I have lost my will to run
Hold on to me, Love; and I shall behold failures none.
Bid my soul to soar into the infinite skies above
And my broken wings will find healing to serve.
Mesmerize me, and I shall never meet loss.
Fill me, that i cease not to forget my cause.
And then i shall be whole, when i see you in victory;
But till then Love, I pray that you be proud of me.

Labels: Spiritual

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