Your eyes behold me with a tenderness that has no boundaries. You hold me in the high Octaves of God’s supreme Symphony. A lullaby urges me to surrender.
You are rapture of my destiny.
No longer do the dark storms of my anguish haunt me.
I am naked under the sky lit mayhem,
No longer is this darkness within repelled,
It is loved like no other.
And I arise from the shadows in your infinite embrace,
I am seen.’