For once the rose blooms in the light of day, there is no going away.
Not away from emotions, away from feelings, but only into those true hands of healing.
He will take your hands and kiss them sweet, He will brush his hands against your cheek,
And now His fingers in your hair with sweet pleasantry.
But knowing I'm His and He is mine, i'm in heaven divine.
[DOVE]
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