The Cheeks, The Lips
J
James McLain
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Being always open
then Come, and
i, when in thought
brought out of the mouth
and the look, the gaze
when falling deep, your eyes
the cheeks, the lips
being fresh
it is but our flesh
that when lost,
touched, we can't hide
and knowing not a word
is but you to satisfy
does it not,
when perhaps it is you
i have and i would
for i am, what i am
you have made
and by grace will it be more
never less
so walk not in fear
open the door, to your heart.
for i am,
but the child that needs out.
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