Friday, 10 June 2016

My all

Here I am
Hung on a woman's love!
She heeds me not
Thus sorrowful I be -
Leaning on the edge of despair,
Where I should have long
Dislodged my hope from her bow,
And dearly clung to Christ,
That never forsaking friend!
She laughs and gathers strength
I mourn and fainter grow
Each day as the noon appears and the sun fades.
I beat my chest
And in my darkness rest,
Locking my soul from all souls
That is not her -
Christ is my alliance
My All in all!


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