When I sit here and ponder
It is you who fill my mind
What can I say of your heart
Your mind
Your body
Your heart is full
Of cares, of pain,
And yet in truth a place is born,
Of pain set free,
Of joy, of hope.
With seeds of love,
Now within your scope.
Your mind
In tatters from broken past
And yet in truth a place is born
Where hope is building
When gold aligns and soothes
New life is yielding
Brokenness restored.
Your body
So leaden
And yet in truth a place is born
Where lightness springs forth
As a river of joy flows from deep
As we make our hallowed union
Your sweet caress
My precious need
In all my thoughts
In word and deed
Our trust is born
