May the God of these fresh mercies
Be the God of each new day,
And may He triumphantly walk into our mess
And make a brighter way.
May the hopeful prayers I sing
Among the calling of the birds
Reach the heart of Heaven
With more eloquence than these wholehearted poetic words.
I pray my soul runs swiftly
To catch my ever-deepening heart,
For it has grown beyond my knowing
As Your light cuts through my dark.
May my joy, held firmly
In the grip of hopeful gratitude,
Dream of long-awaited kisses
To welcome every morning new.
And may we revel in the mystery
Of our love as it unfolds,
And may we writhe in glorious passion
As my hands your body hold.
And may we whisper holy prayers
In ecstasy each sacred night,
As my arms become your home
And your heart becomes my prize.
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