Oct. 3, 2014
I cannot hold thee long enough In the sanctuary of my heart The consciousness is still too rough. It seems at times I live apart From thee when thought disturbs the brain And concentration's witness shrine Is filled with images mundane Or past mistakes I underline Unable to shake off memories Of sorrow, longing and desire; The chequered life's antitheses Keep the soul from rising higher. Peace I need and calm to bear The small infirmities of age. Take me Lord into thy care That I may turn the waiting page, Discover that which I must be, Thine alone, eternally.
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