My yoke is light
I will carry it all
tell Me your plight
send Me your call
I am the Head
you are My body
taste of My bread
wounded and bloody
Body that was physical
for that is My glory
mirrors of your spiritual
I am making your story
Story of healing
broken made whole
slowly revealing
completing your soul
As you are worn
your pain is made death
I also was torn
I've brought a new breath
My blood it was let
flesh I was stripped
your sin I forget
of pride you’ll be ripped
No longer hide
new body is waiting
together My bride
with heaven elating
-daneK
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