Sweet one, you feel like you are adrift on a cloud.
Or lost in the crowd.
Wanting to shout out loud.
Send out the hound.
So I can be found.
So hard for you not to be proud.
You can't see over that mound.
Because it's not perfectly round.
My child even this hurdle I will pound,
into the ground.
You are not to be bound.
I will keep you safe and sound.
So hold on tight, you are fixing to be wowed.
You are My glorious creation.
There could never be an imitation.
You are with Me for the duration.
Isn't it the sweetest realization.
Loved one, sometimes you stand
and yes, sometimes you muddle.
But you make it through the temptation.
With My love you don't have a need for justification.
I'll put it in a quotation.
Your heart feels enough lamentation.
Give room to your ventilation.
No need for self incrimination.
Christ was your purification.
It is not just an inclination.
This is your station.
You are in the perfect location.
No need for examination.
You are exactly what I intended,
like a sweet and beautiful carnation.
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