Bathe in my Love
Shake depression’s dustÂ from
your travel beaten soul and bathe in
my pure love. Let me pour my healingÂ fragrance
over your wounds and give you rest.
I plucked you from the orphanage
of death andÂ clothed you in theÂ rich threads
of royalty. Everything I have is yours– I withhold
nothing of myself from you.
I have worn your dust, and know your
sin beaten sorrow. I lift your downcast face, to see the
crowning glory of my new day
reflected inÂ the creation of you.
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