My tune is your tune and every melody in the mix

comes from your solid hand,

your divine countenance,

your infinite, majestic substance.

Like a cue you nudge my soul to groove

and with that beat I instinctively dance and sing.

We jive together like a bridegroom and his bride,

first dance of their devoted lives, we were made for

each others psyche. You sweetly call my soul’s property

to execute the proper tune of keys, you shelter and shield

and lead, my mic. You are my divine rhythm of grace,

you alone offer a heavenly space, you openly give

for all to partake in and taste. You are my

soul’s song of freedom and fate.