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Soften my Heart

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Soften, Lord, my heart
Burn away my pride
Release me from my bondage
Set your fire inside

Fill me with great love
Sanctify me true
Relieve me from my sufferings
Make every thought of you

Release me from all judgment
Cover me in your grace
So I may cover another
And show them your perfect face

Come to Me

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With every new and dawning day
Song of the heart grows sweeter
Song of love I sing to you
Song that’s here and now and true

You touch the deepest depth I know
And deeper still, far down below
Fire burns, stoked by your air
Perfumed and delicate, everywhere

Pervading life, invading all
Tearing down the final wall
Take me, lover, steal my heart
Let passion’s presence never depart

Gentle and pure, your feminine charms
Tame the wild beast in me
I’m the man that’s made for you
Perfect mate, sacred, true

Feel the waves of my crazed desire
Infernal feelings, flowing strong
Offer me again your soul
Come to me, divine and whole

Created as a Child

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Created as a child
Mirror of God’s holy face
Reflection of the sacred whole
Living in His grace

Greatest blessings flow
To those who follow Love
Accept your place in heaven
Befriend His angels above

Living in His grace
Conceived of a perfect Spark
Creation’s fire burning free
New journeys, we embark

Potion

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Cauldron of mystical potion
Boils into the dark and moonless night
All who will partake in it
Will burn with the demons’ great fright

Loss of all that once mattered
Surrendered for a taste of magic brew
Grinning the grin of the damned
Desperately wanting something new

Numbness of life’s perfection
Sacred food at the table left to rot
Taste a taste of darkness
It’s waiting here, fresh and hot

sweet rose petals

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lucious sweet rose petals
swollen from the moist morning dew
burning with the heat of the rising bright sun
uncontrollably irresitable
fragrance, so pure and so sweet
enlivened by the touch of the visiting bee
he rests in the perfection of the bloom
gathers her pollen to feed his need
remains for a time in her divine beauty
is made whole as the circle is made complete