My Passion
Lord you never fail to remark on my hail to you,
You tell me you like my curtsy
and right now I have to agree
I feel like im on your ark of recovery that’s due
to take over the world anew,
.You take heart of my degree ,
.In the arts of losing temptations offers my bow and arrow at my feet,
So meets my foundation as glued to the breastplate of righteousness
also in tact, is my virtues and lists of who I am and want to be
in character sits my passion.
you rescue me with your desires and assist me with your cares.
so sturdy I walk in the helmet of salvation,
you dwell in the bell of my dress and you kiss my shoulders with laces
I face the world so different,
I know you helped sew this perfect attire
So gracious you are as I grip the shield of
faith, it drips of esteem and monogamy
And stripping myself of all doubt is how I exist persistently with no debt.
So also rests my sword of spirit in hand
and precious you are as my master,
I will be your curator and may my legacy also command tyrants to choose
The blessings you offer as they lose their bands.
As I mature, I long for your will over mine
and will it find me in stature.