Treasure Island

gilo shahine

(12-MAY 1976 / lebanon)

no love exist but yours


No love exists but YOUR'S

Jesus my life
Jesus my heart
Jesus my eyes
Jesus my ears
Jesus my mouth
Jesus my mind
Jesus my nose
Jesus my hands
Jesus my blood

My heart is to love you
My eyes are to admire you
My ears are to listen to you
My mouth is to talk to you
My mind is to understand you
My nose is to smell your Holiness
My blood is to emerge it with yours
My hands are to touch you
My life is to present it to you clean and clear

No love exists but YOUR'S


GGC 19/08/2008

Submitted: Monday, September 13, 2010
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