You delight me.
Every gossamer layer of my being.
Your goodness wraps seductive fingers
Round my soul, waking up my inner child,
Tickling, inspiring bubbly giggly joy.
Is it legal to feel this way?
So filled with intense happiness
High on how much you are like Him!
The honed muscles of your integrity
Sheathed in luminous lines of humility
As I wend deeper within the sculptured spires
Of who you are, I gaze with pleasure
On your battle-scarred heart
Fashioned by faith and hard choices
You have become our Mother's son:
Many things bright and beautiful,
Sweetly wise and wonderful.
Spring flowers sing a melody true
Of how, every day, Resurrection follows death.
Every gossamer layer of my being.
Your goodness wraps seductive fingers
Round my soul, waking up my inner child,
Tickling, inspiring bubbly giggly joy.
Is it legal to feel this way?
So filled with intense happiness
High on how much you are like Him!
The honed muscles of your integrity
Sheathed in luminous lines of humility
As I wend deeper within the sculptured spires
Of who you are, I gaze with pleasure
On your battle-scarred heart
Fashioned by faith and hard choices
You have become our Mother's son:
Many things bright and beautiful,
Sweetly wise and wonderful.
Spring flowers sing a melody true
Of how, every day, Resurrection follows death.
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