I’m chopping down my timber
as a present to your Creator.
Love could not be as simple
as loving you has been this winter.
Oh how you love me
throws me into a dream,
where there’s plenty milk and honey.
Forever, I could sleep.
How you love me
can’t be make-believe.
I can feel the coolness when you breathe;
you are my sweet dream.
I’ll gather plump fruits from my garden
to send to your King.
What a gift He has sent me,
a gift so undeserving.
Your presence in my life
throws me into a dream,
where there’s plenty milk and honey.
Forever, I could be.
Oh how you love me
can’t be make-believe.
I can feel the coolness when you breathe;
you are my sweet dream.
Your God has taught his child well;
how you love me so well.
God has taught you well.
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