Peace be with you
I truly do love you
I will scribe my best
Words I confess
To be immortal
Means one has been here
Before and after
Have seen things and unthings
Live perilously and virtuously
Beyond any dreams
But your reality it seems
Preserved at will
Not mine but His
For God’s Glory and Love
Let God reach into you
And subdue you
By My Dove, says He
Then you will be free
Confessing good things
Instead of only deadly sin
Where Mercy always comes along to save