ROYALTY BESTOWED
He imparts me with His royalty & fills me with His love for me
He seats me amongst nobility, renting showers from above
He takes me to His gardens—replete with gushing, bubbling springs
My Lord, He never fails to show me such wild & beautiful things
Things far too terrible, yet wonderful for me
Whose fierce & piercing gaze ALONE can set me free
Trembling, I stand before Him as He fearlessly searches my heart
And gently entreats me to “Stop picking it all apart.”
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