Heading Down the Aisle

I am but flesh hosting spirits

Both mortal and immortal

One might say I'm the glory of God

Disguised in an earthen portal;

Ner fragrance oozing out through my oil

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My breath is like the insense of a temple

Indeed I am a beacon of prayer

Glass windows in my sockets sparkle bright

Spread the light of heaven everywhere

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And I am meant to labour

And give birth to buds that burst like stars:

Floral faces filled with choicest love

To attract both birds and bees

With a heavy dose of pollen too

To make the demons sneeze

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And when my works are overshadowed

By clouds and bats in flight

Fruit with seed eternal

Must fall in the ground at night

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For that shall be the record, that God and man knew love

When I faithfully served my purpose not as ruling hand but glove

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For Ze is the Vine and I am not

Without Ner blood I would shrivel up and...

Rot

I need the Vine to mediate the richness in the soil
 
If I lay strung out in the dusty heat

I'd very quickly spoil

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No, I must remain in the One

Whose waters satisfy

Drinking and feeding

Till I grow up to the sky

I recline in this Master like a babe in my Mother's arms

And the doting of my wonderous Father imparts to me new charms

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Thus as I grow heavy and am even sometimes pruned

Deep in my heart I'm always making room

A place for the mystery

A tarmack for Spirit's flame

The soft cusion in this heart of flesh
 
No longer wild but tame

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Because I believe, you see

In the passion of the cross

There's nothing near as precious

Naught to meet its matchless cost

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I've been betrothed to the truest Love

A promise delivered by a dove

By signet sealed for an occasion of crescendo

By purest election, pristine perfect inuendo

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This covering of new name that I shall take

Will remove my shame and vindicate:

I am my Beloved's and He is mine

From now until the end of time