Oh, you creature of God’s great favor,
How is it you have chosen me to
Feast at your table, walk in your shadow,
Leap to your bidding, sleep by you side?
Of all the great fortune that could have befallen
This most humble servant, I could not ask more
Than the blessing of you, the essence of you,
A walk through the meadows where angels reside
Bestowing their message, their healing faith
That is only the breath of the One who endures.
Manna has fallen as sweet as the honeycomb
Filling my breast with the scent of its’ rose,
Keeping its’ promise to feed my soul, to
Lift up my spirit to levels unknown.
You are my garden, lovingly tended,
An island of passion where happiness grows.
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