DOXOLOGY
Believe me, like the son returning in thievery
So I'll be, in becoming your beaut, my melanin king
Your vine, your vine, your vine, the garden entirely
As you bear my fruits, yours in my womb
Creating magnificent hues in this blue
I will prune you, until new
You did not choose me, I did you
Beyond me no greater love exists
The joy, peace and all of ilk reside for thee
Remain in me and so will the ease you seek
You've been gyrating
Marvelling even the counsellor that beams
Glory to the prince as he portrays to God
The magnificence our love surely brings
You align with me, like His words
Sprouting from the book of breathing
Mine lies with you, unravel me
Pleasing my soul for the peace we seek
Its not on me, it's in me
For as long you believe so it'll be
I tell you the truth, suffice me
And I'll be.
