Innocence in Eternity,
A face aglow, serene, and pure,
Dark tresses flowing, timeless allure,
Eyes alight with wisdom's gleam,
A pledge of love, a sacred dream.
Before the Lord, the soul bows low,
Sworn to keep its inner glow,
A vow to guard, to always wake,
To shield the light no storm can shake.
A life to shine, a path to tread,
Guided by the lighthouse ahead—
Its beacon steady, bold, and bright,
Piercing through the thickest night.
The Lord's bells softly ring,
Inside this soul of endless grace,
Close enough to hug, to hold,
A treasure more precious than gold.
No storm can breach the sacred arm,
Where love is shelter, safe and warm.
The Lord stands near with soft embrace,
Dispelling fear through boundless grace.
Though life's soil may be harsh and tough,
Its winding roads and trials rough,
The innocent heart remains steadfast,
Anchored to love that holds fast.
Through tempest seas and skies above,
The soul is cradled in perfect love.
An eternal vow, unbroken, whole,
A tether binding heart and soul.
Bound by grace beyond all knowing,
The Lord's love, eternal, flowing.
The innocent soul, embraced, at peace,
In the Lord's arms, all trials cease.
And in this love, divine, profound,
The soul's true purpose is unbound.
For in the Lord's unending grace,
The innocent soul has found its place.
MyKoul
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