Song 5.13 |His Cheeks

His cheeks are blushed with love,
As a bed of spices blooms in the Spring;
As sweet flowers filled with color.
His lips like lilies, 
The instruments of his words,
Dropping sweet smelling myrrh.
Perfuming the world with joy.

Published by David B. Smith

Author, podcaster, pastor, and Big Pappa to my grandchildren.

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