Your Spirit

I'm taken under way, way
down deep by your spell
beneath my heart.
I sing praise God!

A man of supreme love.
You are a savior to a soul
that was at one time ready
to travel a bitter trail.

You took away the lightening
and the thunder from tired lips,
spoiled fruit from a wounded body,
and daggers from vindictive eyes.
Thank you.

For you gave of yourself freely.
I foresee a prosperous future
trimmed in shimmering gold,
protected by heavenly spirits
together we walk side by side
toward the light.

Touched by His hand and embraced
by His power. His spell and your spell
I'm taken under.