| Just A Single Word Just a glance, the slightest glimpse My passion is ignited, my heart set aflame Just a single word, the lightest caress My lust for you consumes my entire being Now, here I stand before the Lord, before His altar As I freely give my heart, mind, body and soul to only you Here I pledge allegiance, for I am making an eternal commitment As I now give my everything, my all, to a love that is strong and true Truth has, in fact, become stranger than fiction It seems that we come from two different worlds Truth has caused her light to shine upon us, and has shown us the way We stand, joined forever, and swearing by a love that can never be swayed Take now my heart, and hold my hand Speak here, those words you know I long to hear Take me away, lead me to that promised land Speak of your undying love, as you make me forever, your man date: Thursday, June 17, 2004 by: D. Grant Renshaw |
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| What Is Mine They want what they cannot have They try using stealth, promises, and a myriad of lies Some even try to obtain it through sheer brute force But they cannot and will not have what is mine His heart, his mind, his spirit, even his body and soul, belong only to me Still they stubbornly try to gain entry, only to be cruely used or flatly denied Leaving their passion and lust to remain all consuming, and never quenched Yet, they search in vain for the slightest opening, the smallest foothold I watch them play thier games, laughing at thier utter frustration For I am vigilant, ready to enact upon them my judgement, and damnation As I listen to thier words, I am ever aware as I read between the lines They reveal thier intentions by their tone of voice, a movement of thier eyes Still, they choose to chase after what will ever stay beyond thier reach They seem unable to understand, and unwilling to learn That once invoked, my venegance is a great and terrible force For they shall never have what is mine. date: Thursday. June 17, 2004 by: D. Grant Renshaw |
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