Darkness moves around me and within A past so filled with work, the body weak From the inner pressure to begin. Hardly can I move or even speak
Except to call the Name throughout the day, Invoking at times the descent of peace, Hoping all rise above the maddening fray And conscious ill intent in our lives cease.
Finding fault within this house of clay Primarily of self and this world of woe Knowing I am Hers yet still disobey Finding the route on which my soul must go.
Poems Undated (1727)
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