Illusions sweep around the desolate
To keep thought away from my
Character flaws so petulant
Causing my soul imperilment
So before the cross stand I
My bridegroom whose every scar
Every cut and bruise and groan
Shows to me just how far
He’d go to carry me back home
He’d carry me with every burning bone
With every drop in his reservoir
Lord I beg you to let me let you
Help and heal this lowly dust
Pierce this wretch’s stone heart through
And grace with a seed of trust
For before I leave this earth I must
Learn to love, O Love, as you
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
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