You are my sacred romance.
When I read your word, it takes my breath away.
I cannot help but be on my knees..in reverence and awe.
You satisfy my every desire, my every yearning.
I love you.
Sunday, June 28, 2009
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It is God who arms me with strength and makes my way perfect. He makes my feet like the feet of a deer, he enables me to stand on the heights. He trains my hands for battle, my arms can bend a bow of bronze. You give me your shield of victory, and your right hand sustains me, you stoop down to make me great. You broaden the path beneath me, so that my ankles do not turn.