Be suspicious of what you want.

You are a fountain of the sun's light. I am a willow shadow on the ground. You make my raggedness silky.

Without love, all worship is a burden, all dancing is a chore, all music is mere noise.

There is no room for hypocrisy. Why use bitter soup for healing when sweet water is everywhere?

I am filled with you. Skin, blood, bone, brain, and soul. There's no room for lack of trust, or trust. Nothing in this existence but that existence.

I am your own voice echoing off the walls of God

Because of your love I have broken with my past