Fine fine house

Overwhelmed by his love,
My lover set out to weave a tent for me
A house, with me in which it would delight him to dwell
A grand mansion over which He spared no expense

Consumed with loving concern for my security,
My maker set about it two formidable lines of defense
To the first He said 'wage war against any and every invader'
And the second He trained in precision and memory
To every command issued, they attacked and grew in number

Knowing His Lady well,
My creek in the rock set forth to install the plumbing
To some vessels He said 'supply', and 'drain' He said to others
And if there be a leakage
He commands the waters 'congeal!'
And they clot in obedience

Despising darkness
The Father of celestial lights set up incomparable wiring
To the Brain He said 'you're the master' and a cord He made its Deputy
And as they coursed down miles and miles of nerves,
To some neurotransmitters He said 'charge' and 'relax' He said to others
And they carried His commands in obeisance

Anticipating my needs
My All-sufficient one set up a beautiful storehouse
To the inlet He said ' curve and dazzle me with her smile'
And He stretched out convoluted tunnels to reap of all I ate
He placed command on the Liver to preserve and replenish
And it said, 'gladly, even if I must grow again'

What house is without ventilation?!
The Breath of life decided; not his bride's!
So He breathed in me and my lungs inflated
And with each time I exhaled
He commanded that I be purified
So afraid of His holy presence, the waste escapes

Paying attention to fine detail
The matchless artist set forth to decorate me
To pheromones He said 'give her fragrance'
And to my gonads He commanded 'keep her soft and supple'
And in delight, they linked with others to keep my house gorgeous

Jealously possessive, this touch is especially His
My Lover set up His secret Chambers
To my Heart He gave a song
And as it sings relentlessly
I hear the echo of his name...
I am, I am, I am.

-Laulindah
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