"Touch me, with the power of Your passion,
Send my soul soaring in your hold.
Lips singing a song, one, as yet, unheard
Telling a story, yet, untold
Only You will hear its silent wonder
Because it calls to only You.
It speaks of deep and breathless things,
Of a darkened shade and hue.
Love gifted blues that grace the palest skin,
The pain each marking brings to mind.
Soft sweet scars that show where my blood has flown
When desires have been less than kind.
Each stripe, each mark, each memory treasured,
Part of a power that makes me whole.
Shared with One, who holds me safe in His care
The loving Guardian of my soul." For my Master
14 february 2004
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