My Love
How does a flower
bloom, my love?
How does it start
to grow?
By the light,
tenderness and whisper of God
That He so lovingly
bestows
How does a tree
stand so tall,
Strong and splendid
in all its worth?
By the roots that
go down deep, my love,
To drink the water
from the earth
And the ocean, my
love, with all its breakers,
Where does it find
its roar?
It’s by the might
and strength of his hand
That controls the
oceans floor
Our lives are
growing and blooming
By tenderness and
whispers of truth.
Under the light of
God our Father,
I married the love
of my youth
Our family, so
strong and tall
Come wind, come
heat or rain…
Like the tree, our
roots go down deep
To drink from his
well again and again
And like the mighty
ocean
God controls our
seasons and tides.
His majesty
displayed in the waves,
The stillness, the
swell… the deep and the wide…
All from the
brilliant mind of God
A dream alive in
His heart
And our love was
given birth there too
He knew we were
better together, than apart
-Mariya Manalli 9/08/2013
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