BruisedReed3
Draw me into thy breast:
There lieth a sweet rest,
Such no storm without
Can steal, be it never so stout!
Draw me into thy breast:
There the sacred chest,
Bowelling wisdom divine,
Lieth, precious than gold fine!
Draw me into thy breast ---
To be there, not as a guest:
There to constantly stay;
On love's pillow my weary head to lay.
Draw me into thy breast,
A refuge, yea, a strong nest
For my wondering soul,
As wondering itself, full of dole!
Draw me into thy breast,
A foretaste of that forever rest:
Conscience raging no more:
For guilt is out of the way and door!
Amen!
Ojo'je Ad'eyi