' for the Lord to come hug me. Send a sign or somethin', this ain't all for nothin'. The talent is passion of mine, I'm sick of sufferin'. I know Your plans is greater than mine, so I'm askin' Why do
He's as gentle as a sun to a raindrop. As warm as a noonday sun. It's all in how he makes love to me. It makes me call him passion When he's away, his love is still with me. And when he's here
