I Bow

I hold the gift to walk high
So fragile, thankful to be alive
Humbled, I have hands to hold
Graced, I have been gifted gold
Oh, to have the eyes of sight
I submit, in your stead I shall fight
To have the ears to hear
A melody ever so near
I bow in submission to grace
In gratitude I give chase
The scent of nectar I smell
Arousal of one who once fell
Oh, the touch to taste so
Delicate flavours of sun’s golden glow
To feel the soft touch of Spring
To taste honey of Autumns’s ring
To feel the bite of Winter’s lust
To ride the passion of Summer’s trust
To wake anew and hold health
I will not waste this great wealth
I am grateful to stand
Son of the land
Ashes to earth
Oak of new birth
I bow in submission to grace
In gratitude I give chase
To embrace this world near
World of grace and fear
To live in sun’s fullest show
To bathe in moon’s seductive glow
To feel all that surrounds
My heart in passion ever pounds
Time will not come again
Not again will they send
Here and when thought far away
Call, my oath of no sway
No grace shall be left low
The Sun guides the acorn to grow
I am grateful to stand
Son of the land
Ashes to earth
Oak of new birth
I bow in submission to grace
In gratitude I give chase

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