Because I’m in the mood to wax poetic.
In Our Bed
There He lay
In the bed of our making
There He lay
In the garments of our love
Where the river washes over us
And the earth beneath us quakes
And the hills and valleys dance
Across the ripples in the lakes
His light surrounds my temple
In a penetrating way
His light surrounds my soul
In His light I wish to stay
Where the river washes over us
And the earth beneath us quakes
And the hills and valleys dance
And my temple, yearning, aches
How I long to lay beside Him
With His blessing on my skin
How I long to lay beside Him
And be blessed thrice again
Where the river washes over us
And the earth beneath us moves
And the hills and valleys drink
As His blessed fountain soothes
And there He lay in that bed
Annointed with my scent
And there He lay in that bed
The blessing has been spent
