Preciosa

Your words are always              pleasant to my soul

and their intent         sweet as honey in its comb

and where you walk               buds and blossoms flower

my desire            to capture its beauty in every hour

 

Your movements are married         to every virtues grace

and we ourselves desire           to clearly reflect its face

you did seek our healing                   of every wounded pain

and all its comforts           is the song of its refrain

 

They are drawn to you                   like a mighty crowd

though you are soft spoken              not among the loud

it is your solace           they seek in all their days

until the time                    they learn the fullness of your ways

 

Like the earth               we are mired in its clay

until we are molded          into learning Love your way

so baked and scorched          like the deserts of the earth

until your reign                 is known and of its worth

 

Soft and tender           like a mother to her babe

barely a whisper                         the voice the spirit made

you drew pictures          in every word we heard

until its knowledge                we have completely learned

 

Like children you gave        everyone your own affection

directed them  to give            the highest values their inspection

fed those who followed       all their bodies , hearts and mind

taught them to seek           until the noble virtues find

 

And as we grew          taught us the things to cherish

that we must never               allow those things to perish

and this is why            I will always turn to you

there is such sweetness             the things you taught to do

 

There can never be enough            lifting of your praise

you have sought to give us                 love with everlasting days

So gently did you treat us             like a newborn child

rocked us with your own songs             and of a love that's undefiled

 

I hear your music           its like an evening serenade

I long to hear it           the songs of life's parade

you are my King       the master of its every song

among your company         where I desire to belong

 

The spirit and the bride say

Come and take life's water free

 

amen Let your kingdom come

 

 

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