BruisedReed3
Thee I would see and hear;
Ask me not to stir from here:
Abroad, voices misleading;
Here, word of life guiding!
My fear, thy face can charm;
My storm, thy voice'll disarm.
Behold now this divine peace,
Infinite, that can never cease!
Sword and wars, around I see;
Nations deem it ill to agree:
What foolery to expect quiet
From a city in league with riot!
Let me, into thy name, now run!
All earth-bred refuge, O begone!
Open thy gate, O sacred tower;
Let me into thy sweet bower!
Amen.
Ojo'je Ad'eyi