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my love is a hot stream of blood
running deeper than anger
thick and stubborn
handing over
honour

Breaking down
lustful vengeance
dying from dependence
on you

All my love to you,
God the Wild and Free
Decide as you fit see
over me

Words and words are soaring upwards
brought forth by my daily life.
Jesus, up in heaven, hear them!
words of singing, sighs and cries.

Let them fly and even dark ones,
come before your throne of love
how I wish they all will turn out
as pure love,
so pleasing in thy eyes.