This child has wept a thousand, thousand tears For perfidy of a sacred unity, Dwelt in her soul the dark unnumbered fears And the lust that claims each human entity.
Will there ever come solution to it all Can the indwelling soul arise and say “I shall walk straight again, I will not fall”, Forego the night, in silence greet the day.
Perhaps it is too early for this child To renounce the enthralling pleasures of the flesh And needs more time and years to still be wild But be aware there is a subtle mesh
That traps the soul in dens of iniquity We shall pray for her that in time she may be free.
Poems Undated (1727)
Home
Disciples
Narad
Share your feedback. Help us improve. Or ask a question.