A psalm that I wrote.
|I have fallen again from Grace,
Yet the Sun still shines bright.
How dark is that cold place,
An awful hell, a putrid blight!
Yet His rays still warm my face,
What love is this? Such subtle bliss!
All He seeks is my willing embrace,
And with it, death fades; a faint hiss.
May my heart be broken,
May my mind become quiet,
That I may receive Your Wisdom,
And cease this senseless riot.