Light as a butterfly
Joyful as spring,
The sweetness of honey
An heir to the King.
A heart that is tender,
A porcelain glaze,
An abundance of kindness
A voice filled with praise.
Lord, I am asking,
If it will be Your will
Renovate, please, this temple
My cup overfill,
Restore the dull luster
With a luster that shines
Let the "gold soul" within me
Reveal the Divine,
For I know I am worthy
In Your eyes to be
A jewel in Your crown
For You first loved me.
And now in thanksgiving
For this opulent delight
Let the paradise bloom
From the love of Your light,
Continue forever.
Weave me in Your theme,
Then one day unveil me
For Lord I'm Your dream.
~ Chris Zambernard
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