Yours
JOHN P. KEE
Echoes the sound of a rusty box, around it goes till out something pops.
A toothless lion, he is weak and he is old but it scares me every time.
I feel my feet shake underneath,
can't hear myself through my almost shattered chattering teeth.
But without fail Your Spirit sweeps me off my feet so I can scream.
What's left to see is that I'll always be just Yours.
And all that I am I lay down in Your hands because I'm Yours.
Hell was inevitable until Your love was edible.
I've tasted and I've seen, You're the one forme.
What's left to see is that I'll always be just Yours.
And all that I am I lay down in Your hands because I'm Yours.
