When I get home from Sunday Service, I strip my pressed white shirt in the living room. I step out of my slacks. Peel off the tight black socks. I fumble naked for my dive skin, the black and blue ... [+]
From your soft pink cheeks,
rose gardens will bloom
and from the blue in your eyes,
bodies of water will rise,
From your shimmering silver jewelry,
stars will light the night sky
and from the warmth your soul brings,
spring will teach the birds to sing.
You walked in beauty, a wonderous sight,
And you will rise again in perfect light.
rose gardens will bloom
and from the blue in your eyes,
bodies of water will rise,
From your shimmering silver jewelry,
stars will light the night sky
and from the warmth your soul brings,
spring will teach the birds to sing.
You walked in beauty, a wonderous sight,
And you will rise again in perfect light.