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God, I am fearful that you might take the place of touch forever
that I will be all but whole in your sight and left to bits for this world
when my fingers reach out to touch they will be crushed by you into hands of praise
who can endure this love of yours forever?
How can I hold onto the arms of my God when this lustful wind is so quick to blow you away?
Yet you've formed my desires, and kneaded together the skin of my lover
her hair was braided together, each strand to your liking, until every piece was made perfect in your sight
Oh Lord, make me strong that I may delight in your way and in whom you have fashioned for me out of your own heart
keep me in your eternal bondage until I have learned what it truly means to be released
and only then, will I find love return to me.