laying in my bed twisting my hips
listening to lyrics from your lips
and/or fingertips
whether they be instrumental lullabies
or straight up vocals that cry
as they surpass the clouds and
ascend beyond the bird filled sky
on their way to heaven
to seek the approval of God
for they are written in His own language
at that moment high in the trees
the moon looked away
and the stars became vague
your sound listing in the wind
as it breaks against the branches
i try to distinguish the wetness
of one teardrop from another
consumed by love forged
in Heaven before time began
i sit before you at your feet
in a turquoise gown
palms up high in worship
arms wide as spring
offering My Him everything that i am
listening to lyrics from your lips
and/or fingertips
whether they be instrumental lullabies
or straight up vocals that cry
as they surpass the clouds and
ascend beyond the bird filled sky
on their way to heaven
to seek the approval of God
for they are written in His own language
at that moment high in the trees
the moon looked away
and the stars became vague
your sound listing in the wind
as it breaks against the branches
i try to distinguish the wetness
of one teardrop from another
consumed by love forged
in Heaven before time began
i sit before you at your feet
in a turquoise gown
palms up high in worship
arms wide as spring
offering My Him everything that i am
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