Bought by blood not shed by me.
This inherited coveted covering forever provides protection from the storm. You’ll surely save me space ‘neith the shadow of your wings. I don’t even need to bring an umbrella. Your love always keeps me dry.
But if only I would try,
Maybe I could fly
Not to simply get by a passerby,
But to lie in the fire of your love.
What do I need to do? What moves me from the bare minimum of Your presence to the bone marrow of your Heart?
Why, it just