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I stand, arms open wide; Open to you with nothing to hide... My book pages blow in the breeze, Waiting your touch to satisfy my needs With your hand gentle upon my chest, My heart pounds beneath, not wishing to rest As you move your fingers over each line, each page, They begin to curl from the heat of your gaze... Arms stretched out inviting you to come in, I seek your fires to be melted within; While the pages turn with the breeze for which I long, The letters mingle into a winsome song… Fo...

Still, you have the questions; The lingering, fingers of doubts, The need for analysis of Jesus’ mission; The need to know what it was all about; Though you know how He died; That, all of it God’s word has explained; Though you know even how He cried; You still question what God’s love had ordained. He embraces you, His hands spread out; Held for all eternity, offering His love; Is it only the nails you had not forgot? He had expected His pain would be enough, Yet you only have hung your pai...