...myrrh
Buried down deep within the cloaking of twilight bears the vasion.
The burning myrrh soiled soot and waxing night..the new moon lining the sky with the eve of a gratitude only angels can meet. Stampering the silent footsteps of the Holy spirit perplexed by the intrepid. The very same notion ..as well as a foot as well as a hand..no mightire than the uttered word. A language depicted staight from a corner stone. Light hearted myrrh the burning soild soot quietly rising into the midnight air .. the blessed and the haven up there.
The burning myrrh soiled soot and waxing night..the new moon lining the sky with the eve of a gratitude only angels can meet. Stampering the silent footsteps of the Holy spirit perplexed by the intrepid. The very same notion ..as well as a foot as well as a hand..no mightire than the uttered word. A language depicted staight from a corner stone. Light hearted myrrh the burning soild soot quietly rising into the midnight air .. the blessed and the haven up there.