As Meant To Be

Beneath the branches of the mighty oak I stand with the winter wind in my hair. Remembering the face I yearn to see, wanting the touch I longed for there. As I tread through the wilderness where Gods hand has shown its love, the creations of his making are together, as intended Hallowed are the gifts from up above. All seems complete as I wander there with all these blessings bestowed upon me Of what more should I seek? For what else should I care? Without the love I long for night after night Without the passion I so desire Nothing God nor man has ever given Would make my life seem right without this love I require. For when I see the mighty oak the branches appear cold and bare. The lovely wilderness is seen by blinded eyes. As I stroll aimlessly there. Still an eternal flame of love kindles the fire within me As the warmth of the passions of thy love lights the amber within thee. Thus, as we stroll amongst the mighty oaks hand and hand heart and heart are we God has blessed our love with his heavenly grace All is right All is as meant to be. ©Sonji Rush

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