My love, I save my heart and hand for you,
for I have saved myself for your embrace,
not that I boast, for I am saved by grace
through faith, the gift of God, which you are, too,
my chosen one among His chosen few,
and God has foreordained the time and place
when we will give each other, face to face,
benevolence and love we will be due.
I save myself, for I am not my own,
but God's and yours, good measure I will give
into your bosom, reaping what is sown.
But if this is my boasting, God forgive
one saved by grace through faith, but not alone
if I will marry you, my love, and live.
~ by Michael Rew / Email: witness@psonnets.org
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