Guided By xena

quicksilver cross silk my tears they glide
carrying away my pain...my pride
within each...a part of myself
lighter the load as they leave my form
giving me strength as i carry on
with these gifts you bless me

judged and damned by the power of your hand
you carry me with you to a dream like land
therein we dwell us two made one
my heart soars high to your pleasured words
even softly spoke thay are always heard
with these gifts you bless me

my soul's self weak as i lean on thee
you take my hand...set spirit free
in your arms when weary i rest
sharing all the self held...without fear
so that my life you may help me steer
with these gifts you bless me

servitude like fine wine...it grows
fuller as time together still flows
trust and respect woven so strong
before your wishes i gladly stand
or kneel before with open hands
with these gifts you bless me

laughing with eyes that dance and spark
they shine on you wide and dark
the treasure house of experience
these joys we share bound by ties
my mind is light as my spirit flies
with these gifts you bless me

deep i dwell in the seed of the heart
from this place never dare i part
the bittersweet taste of life
the joys you give you may not know
as you hoist me up should i fall low
with these gifts you bless me