He stands as a priest
Heeding words from God
As He teaches me
His words create a queen
he dresses me in righteousness
His feet find straight paths
so I can keep the children safe
In obedience loves wholly and complete
That I am never alone
Always cared for loved and defended
He takes me by the hand
Shows me a beautiful reflection of me
A bride presented to himself
A lover, a king
I then, when I hear his voice
... say, speak my lord
TK-luv (c)
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