"My Love Is The Lord"
He beckons to me
I only long to be,
Wrapped in Lord's arms of Love.
Lord calls me in the voice a dove.
He whispers to me,
O' come to Me, He pleas
And I will give you paradise
And all its glorious beauty.
I feel the Lord touching me,
Coming close only to flee.
He knows if go to Him,
Death is the price to be with Him.
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