your perfect craftsmanship of my soul is unveiled -
i unravel in submission to your mastery
heaven rises in my heart -
my soul expands as a living tent of prayer
poetry of ancient intent, you and I become a love letter to barren lands -
a living message carried through heritage of imperishable seed
barren lands shall blush and bloom;
oaks of righteousness will flourish
green trees of the deepest ends of the earth will be heard in heaven
as songs of love are sung back to you
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