I am His
In his heart
In his passion
He is jealous of me
Of who I am to be
Though I find my self in the dark
I know his call like a mellow lark
His tune rings through the sky
Flying through the air like a butterfly
I am His
In his love
In his presence
He gives me hope
Through this slippery slope
His words are sweet to my bones
Like a sweet honey comb
I am his
In his heart
In his presence
In his eyes
He is jealous of me
Of who I am to be
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