YOU AND I
HAVE SWAM IN APOLOGETIC'S STREAMS
TRYING TO CARESS THE WOUNDS INFLICTED
BY OUR OWN SELFISH DESIRES
I KNOW THAT I AM FOREVER SORRY
FOR THE RIVERS CREATED BY YOUR TEARS
FOR I HAVE SIPPED FROM THE CUP OF BITTERNESS
AND THE TASTE WILL DWELL WITHIN THE DEPTHS OF MY SOUL
ONLY TO BE SWEETEN WITH YOUR FORGIVENESS
GOD HAS GRANTED US THE GIFT OF UNDERSTANDING YET,
WE REMIND LOST IN SATAN'S DEN OF CONFUSION AND TIME
TIME HAS RAINED ITS TEARS UPON OUR EXISTENCES
TO SHOW US THE BEAUTY OF GROWTH IN APRIL
TIME HAS RAINED IT TEARS IN THE MIDDLE OF DECEMBER
SO THAT WE MAY KNOW THAT CONFUSION IS AN ELEMENT OF GROWTH
BUT WHEN TIME LISTEN TO THE ESSENCE OF ITS HEART
LISTEN TO THE ESSENCE OF ITS SOUL
ITS TRUE DESTINY PREVAILS
AND THE RAIN SUBSIDES
AND THE SNOW FALLS
WE HAVE APOLOGY TO EACH OTHER
COUNTLESS TIMES FOR PAST SINS
DEBATING THE SEVERITY OF THE CRIMES
FIXATED AT DIFFERENT POINTS IN TIME
WHETHER OR NOT OUR APOLOGIES ARE ACCEPTED FOR REJECTED
WE STAND ACCUSED OF THE GREATEST INJUSTICE
ABUSING GOD'S MOST PRECIOUS GIFT---LOVE
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