He is air
He is storm
He is fire but he can be cold
He is Earth and warmth
He is Moon with its lights
He is day asleep as if the night
He is peace volunteering for war
Just to love me
I surrender
In awe of his glory
He is mine. He is mine. He is mine.
Three times, So that I believe me
I love you. I love you. I love you…
Three times so that I believe him
He is air
He is storm
He is fire but he can be cold
He is Earth and warmth
He is Moon with its lights
He is day asleep as if the night
He is peace volunteering for war
Just to love me
I surrender
In awe of his glory
I love you. I love you.
Two times cause I believed the first time
We are one.
Once
no pauses
So that you believe it’s real
-Jessica KingAbout the Creator
Jessica King Mhoon
A newly married mother of three intelligent children from Alabama who centers her work in love, life and living a more positive life with mental health issues in order to reach, uplift and relate to those who resonate with her work.
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