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Like Butter
The morning sun light
floods my porch,
warms my legs
and loosens up my limbs...
Your golden mercy softens me
like butter meant for baking:
a recipe to make of me
much more than I have been...
As butter into batter,
fold me deep
in your embrace...
As butter into batter,
fold me deep
in your embrace...
In the heat of summer sun,
melt and fold me in your arms,
sweet Jesus man!
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melt and fold me in your arms,
sweet Jesus man!
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