When You Opened Your Hand
When you opened your hand and your fingers pressed
Into mine soft winds blew through.
When you opened your lips and that love confessed
How I thrilled to hear “I do!”
How I thrilled to hear “I do!”
When you closed your lips and pressed that love
Into mine with prayers imbued
In your open arms in love’s sweet embrace
I felt my worth anew.
I felt my worth anew.
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