Your love is like a fine wine, Lord:
clear, golden, aged eternal,
freely poured to quench my thirst...
The very finest vintage
grown and picked in your own vineyard,
passion-pressed through your own veins...
Full bodied, rich, refreshing souls
parched and desert dry:
an oasis in a glass, now moist upon my lips...
Pour out a sip, a taste, O Lord,
from your heart into mine,
and I'll raise and drink a toast
to your sweet peace...
Amen.
New Wine by Brooke Ligertwood
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