A vessel.
A instrument, use me.
Let the kick of my desire hit to the beat of your heart and let the rhythm we make be symbols of our relationship.
Your grace and mercy soothes me,
Your love is kinda like a Mozart piece played smoothly. You said the key to love is unity so, where we gather like the one, three and five, the harmony moves you…
It’s music, and I love it because we use it to enter into your gates with thanksgiving and into your courts with praise though sometimes our feet stray and our praise fade but, there you go again, picking us up when we fall. Even though my love was seasonal, Your love was unconditional… Love so  unconditional that you loved me. You see he’s my heavy bass-line in a sick groove, he’s my  minor scale run in a nice blues, he’s that perfectly placed 7th chord.
The problem with you and I is often times we talk all that jazz about what we want to be and forget his will in the process… no fresh prince but, if I’m striving to be what he wants me to be then I got to make his will major and mine minor like I flatten the third.
I’m chosen, picked like guitar string.
No other king I know would die for my sins and as his blood dripped my heart did beat, and as my heart did beat mecry did sing and my soul danced a beautiful dance of gratefulness.
He’s my music and he loves me unconditionally.