Thursday, September 1, 2016

The Morning Son Apple Branch

The poetry is a lot of content. I brought it down.

However, I sing to Jesus the Bridegroom. I made it a song, which with just a few touches, you could sing for popular music. I am going to leave it, after I complete it. Then, after a few weeks, I will rewrite it as a song for the greater market. A love song.

Here's this song title's Google Translate version.


The Morning Son Apple Branch


Upon my deck, the morning changes from dusk to dawn.
And as I look at all the lights, I wonder what is going on.
Lights in the sky are excited in my gaze.
They know exactly the timing of my daze.//

And you bloomed before me, just like an apple branch.
You brought the bees, and you changed my circumstance.
You are the circle and the border surrounding me.//

When I look up in the sky
Is that light looking back at me
Ooh now do angels dance around your throne as I sing
Are they doing a little jig to match the song I bring.

Do you stare and wonder just like me
How many more days and how many more sleeps
That Bridegroom – that one who loves me so
In his constant gaze, he is always in my know

Look at my little light shine and be for you a song
The Bridegroom – that one who loves me so
He gets his 7 Eyes to report on my glow
Do you see my little light shine
She dances and swings.

As she goes about her day to buy paint
Do you see her in her car
As she make those tires sing
Should we help her get that perfect pink
Once she’s painted, let’s fill her house with all the light we can bring.
Do you like the space she created me

Now we will explore another mystery
Let’s take a look at what the Son sings:
Everywhere that woman looks she is going to see
She is going to see the signature of me
I will set around her my love as bows.
I will be the light around her, so she knows.

Now, this is a mystery that neither her nor angels knew.
That God could set lights of love around her like the morning dew.
God keeps his mysteries as presents for her day.
And he sings her little songs to keep her in that light sway.
I put this around her and yes, she knows.

I love my Babe. I want her to know.
I want her instructed. I want her to grow.
I will be the Only One to make her glow.
My words surround her with the wisdom she must know.
I wrapped her up in sunlight and I kiss her cheek.
I wrap my arms around her, because she is so meek.
Do you remember when we did the Chatanooga Choo Choo up in the sky
Remember when we danced, and it was just you and I.

And you bloomed before me, like an apple branch.
You brought the bees, and you changed my circumstance.
Now I dance the steps of a bridegroom who hopes.
You are the circle and border surrounding me.
You are my wonder and my mystery.
Now, as the day approaches, we will do this all the more.
How can a bride or bridegroom not fidget all the way to the door.

And you bloomed before me, like an apple branch.
You brought the bees, and surrounded my circumstance.
Now I dance the steps of a bride who hopes.
You are the circle and border surrounding me.
You are my wonder and my mystery.
Now, as the day approaches, we will do this all the more.
How can a bride or bridegroom not fidget all the way to the door.
How can a bride not fidget all the way to the door.mplete it. Then, after a few weeks, I will rewrite it as a song for the greater market. A love song.

Copyright Donna Munro 2016.

Related Study:

http://onesecondafter.blogspot.ca/2014/09/the-apple.html

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