| The Vow Come here and lay your burdens down before me I will lift you up, and help carry your wieght Shed your tears here upon my shoulder As I tarry here with you, sharing completely in your fate Whisper your secrets and desires here into my ears Open the door of your heart, bare to me your soul Place your trust in me, for I will ever keep it For our friendship completes us, it makes and keeps whole Fellowship with me, eat here at my table Enter in and freely partake of my bread, water, and wine Fear not to ask for help when you are unable As I am there for you, may you ever be there for me Sleep in peace and comfort, for my roof here is stable Use my pillow and my bed, rest here until you are well Come to me when your body and your spirit feels old and feeble For with you I will ever share my strength until the end of time Place these words into your heart, for this my vow of friendship Forever our lives have become interwined May these words serve as our deed of kinship A covenant betwwen us, the future, and the Divine date: Sunday, August 8, 2004 by: D. Grant Renshaw |
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| Shared With You Touch me, my body lies here exposed just for you I am naked, waiting, needing your tender affection Am I beautiful, do I bring pleasure to your eyes Do you burn deep inside for me with an unbridled passion Explore the thoughts of my mind, search every inch of my heart As I lay down here before,look down into my very core Can you see and feel the love that I have hidden here inside, just for you Do you still have questions as to why you remain as my pride and joy Travel here with me, share in life's journeys Partake of my tears, my joys, my triumphs and my defeats Be enriched by both my weakeness and my strength Hold me when I am old and weary, and rejoice with me while I am well Make no vow here in vain, nor speak of gossip or tell me of false tales When you rest here in my arms, speak only of what is sure and true I do not seek after fame, nor of things that bear momentary value But only of a life that is shared with you date: Monday, August 9, 2004 by: D. Grant Renshaw |
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