When the Abyss sings out its siren song
Sweet harmonies of amber oblivion
I find an earthly tether in your words
When Temptation weaves madness through my mind
calling softly with a lovers voice
Your touch keeps me firmly grounded in grace
When the need to cast off royal robes
becomes an infant's cry within my soul
your simple acts of love and kindness
crown me once again
- Chris Getz
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