Psalms

Lord give these hands rest instead of the work they seek

take away the hammer and nail

place them in the in yours

When the great day comes, I don't want to relent nor hesitate

I want to abandon all

I want to run to your arms as a love sick son

Let my soul not be fooled nor cultured

but may i always remember my true home,

amongst your colonnade and warmth

I was made to come back to you, we are close

I am yours, closer still.

I am your fragile jewel! A fine pearl upon your throne!

your precious thing. a rose in the hands of an almighty savior God

A sweet fragrance to a king

there is life in the desert though it is dry

your voice echoes through its valleys

A sweeping bloom of lavender cover its surface,

the bride is renewed. the garden - restored.