Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Love's Rage

'Tis clear
Thy love for me is so ferocious
That, once willing
Thou ripped me from myself
That I might
Like a newborn
Be lead to my own birth
Oh, what joy to be so desired
Father of all fathers
How might I requite Thee?
For I have not yet reconciled such
Painful painful Glory


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