Tuesday, April 10, 2012

what kind of king would wear a crown that scars to win my heart

Behold, You have come over the hills upon the mountain. To me, You will run. My Beloved, You’ve captured my heart.

Won’t You dance with me, Oh Lover of my soul, to the song of all songs? Romance me, Oh Lover of my soul to the song of all songs.

Dance With Me

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