I miss you like a sword into my wound
That twists and opens pain I cannot shake I die to see again your beauty’s truth And pray my love unchains you as I break My pain contains a flower to unfold Inside your garden sealed if you choose The only way to send this special rose Is passing through the Lord to enter you Yet I’m the sword in He, I’m learning now And mine a mercy’s portion of the sin Unguarded hearts receive the lonely crown Virgin flesh never deserves its sentence My victim sowed in love and so escapes For you I laid this life that God remakes
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