| "My Heart Battered" |
| Battered again, I contemplate. Is this what they mean? "It will be there in front of you until you get it right.?" Dost Thou seek to mend or rend? Couldst not Thou be more like quicksand and Not so much like hurricane in mine face? I can bear unfightable conquering, But do not know how to willingly give in. Thou hast made me thus, make me anew? And let me give my Self to You. Ah! That is easy! It is the giving of Self to the unknown That is the hard part. Allowing usurping my reason cannot comprehend For the would-be Usurper is weak, untrue, And captive to will-o'-the-wisp wantings. Yet, I have been enthralled, And never shall be free, until Thou freest me. Oh God, to Thee I bow most willingly. |
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