She stood above me in her own way
Coaxed me into something to say
Of that I most certainly did convey
That the love of God is a right by the way
The manner was forgiven
Because the intent of love was given
For I read hearts like books as they tell a story
For none other than to give God all the Glory
I looked to her heart and it’s crowned with roses
There was a day where they did call me Moses
But days pass on like the wind and we sing
To remind us of our truth and what we bring
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