Blow through my soul to rekindle an unquenchable fire
That burns higher than the flames of shame and blame
Because I belong to you in a sweet surrender so tender
Which the very angels long to remember in the heavens
Leavened with grace and love from above that descends
Into your tender heart in which I take my forever-part
As I lay my weary head to bed in your valley to be fed
So graciously by your tree of life to be so young and free
noblethemes 
You’ve done amazing justice to the picture with your remarkable words, Jon.
Ah, thank you so much, Nan! 🙂