My dear dreamed maiden fair
Your touch is a comfort here
I have longed for your care
God’s gift, you, eases my fear.

Righteousness craving
You help me be better.
Toward the King moving
We from each sin unfetter.

Dear messenger of God
Your True beauty shines so bright
The world may call you odd
But you shine with heaven’s light.

Would you look and find me near?
And with me toward heaven steer?

-J why

This entry was posted on Tuesday, July 22nd, 2003 at 9:38 pm and is filed under Romance. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.