Monday, May 7, 2012

~ Words Unspoken ~

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You are the well from which 
I drink.
You are the dream from which 
I think.
You are the rock upon which 
I stand.
You are 
in control...
you have my hand.
Your will be done,
you are more than gold.
In you,
I shelter from the cold.
You will carry me,
when i fall down.
You will love me,
when others frown.
I will choose you,
every day.
I am yours, 
in every way.
Carry me,
when I am broken.
I love you lord,
in words unspoken.

PS. Thank-you for your Grace.

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