It was you,
Who freed my wary heart
From walls of doubt and binding sorrow
And taught my timid love to soar to heaven.
And thee I love.
It was you,
Who teased the tangled, matted threads
Of broken trust to gleaming silks of shining faith
And loosed my shattered soul to fly in rapture
And thee I love.
It was you,
Who softly soothed my
Scarred and beaten heart from the aching wounds
Of untrue loves and you gently set me free
To love thee.
And thee I love