Sunshine

Lord, put sunshine in my mouth 

Let gold coins fall from my lips as I speak 

So they know of the treasure I possess

Let my chin drip with flowers 

As they peer to find the fertile landscape of my heart 

Let them wonder at the fragrance that wafts from my words

And the swirls of incense that rise from my passion and permeate their skin and curl in the depths of their heart 

Let me disappear as I deliver your message

And let them be consumed by the heavenly realm that breaks through 

When the gospel tunes their hearts to hear you