by Tim Chiu
The Son’s love and truth - a religious poem.
|The glee of knowing - His love’s bestowing! |
Gathered, glowing - and presence growing -
A bothered gent - His voice is sent -
So pure and spent, and oh, so bent!
Inventions, deeds, and God’s truth bleeds.
Those certain needs, and Heaven leads!
The Almighty gives it, for each one lives it;
Souls saintly for it - His throne forgives it…
These days numbered - truth encumbered -
A Cross remembered - and Jesus slumbered…