Will I search till eyes grow dim,
And back is bent and arms are weak?
Will I find my hope in Him,
Or travel past for what I seek?
Will that first redeeming love
Keep it’s root till I grow old?
Or will I die a poor sad man
In his silence growing cold?
Let He who first begun the work
Do His bidding in my soul
And let the fire burn the straw
That what is left may keep me whole.
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I haven’t been reading but wow Mr Soul you are powerful. In the morning light you make me think, and revel in the short straws that I felt I had drawn.
It is terrifying to imagine God using evil for good… and yet…
Such reverent beauty in this.
Thank you Miss Veil.
Okay, now you’ve done it–the “Miss Veil” is sparking a poem, I think…
Easier to speak words than to live them.
My pray flies to the
Sky. It explodes in firework,
I thank you for such a beauty.
You are welcome Esther.