You Dress Me With Grace

 More than the stars, I love you Oh Lord..

Precious in my sight, is the one I call God.

Moved to my tears, I am stained in your blood..

And on a golden charger, I am carried through the flood.


More than words can say, my heart yearns for you..

Upon my bed at night, I am hungry for my due.

My lips call your name, and my eyes seek your face..

My treasure in this kingdom.. my mercy and my grace.


Touch me in the morning, with your love in my heart..

While melodies of worship, transcends all my parts.

Like a rushing wind, I catapult my mind..

To open up my door, for Nissi is my sign.


In such sweet surrender, I blossom in your care..

To feel your arms around me, without any fear.

Like pools in the desert, my need is supplied..

For the bridegroom is my husband, my lover and my tide.


A slave in captivity, with you as my own..

I sing out rejoicing, with passion as I yearn.

Beyond my understanding, you dress me with grace..

Clear as a crystal, upon a bed of lace.


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