I'll give and take from you – you Giver and Taker.

Your form will shape me up
You kindly give to me these dreams

I can be such a giver
I can give or shape it up

Mysteries will shroud yourself;
making it comfortable to be with You. You can be my guest.
Now we've seven hours left.
Now I'm so 'up-and-done'.

Mysteries leave nothing left,
with clouds like boulders overhead, You can be my guest,
kindly shaping me right up –
I would be set in your love.

Your form will shape me up:

How many days to Life, God?
(it's funny how concerns wake us
when days to Life'll overtake.)

You turn your one-step-method in ten for us.

Wellness becomes inherent –
I can't help but be so well!

I can be well-off, indeed, or
I can give or shape it up

Like a trickling stream, giving;
making reaching far an easy feeling. You can be my guest.
Ease-of-use is pretty sleazy.
Can it all to wrap it up.

Trickling streams are so appealing,
the constant flow is just like You. You can be my guest,
fill me up in bucketous fun –
I will be filled with Jesus' love.

Your form will shape me up:

Righteousness is bothersome.
(don't I know that righteousness
is held in Truth and Love?)