I know of a secret wood
And of a great towering tree,
That God wonders after.
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Then one fine dayYou said to me,
Let us carve our love into the tree.
Yet frightened I was
To desecrate God’s tree,
But once a kiss bestowed,
A foolish lover I became,
And I submitted.
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The tree grew…
Who am I that a King would bleed and die for, who am I that He would say not My will Thine Lord, the answer I may never know, why He ever loved me so, but to an old rugged cross He’d go, for who am I…
A Reflection of You
Sometimes I catch myself doing, the things you would do, even my movements and gestures, so often reflect you, your beauty and your grandness, I can not hope to attain, but how happy you must be to know, that so much of you remains.
Some folks in looks take so much pride, They don’t think much of what’s inside, Well as for me, I know my face, Can ne’er be made a thing of grace, And so I rather think I’ll see, How I can fix the inside of me, So folks’ll say, “He looks like sin, But ain’t he beautiful within!”….author unknown
Blinded I stood, as now you stand, Till on mine eyes, with touches sweet, Love, the Deliverer, laid His hand, And lo! I worship at His feet!……Phoebe Cary
Armistice
My love is like a bomb
Undetected, until the blast,
Taking many.
And though I cried,
Peace! Peace! Peace!
I secretly foretold the end.
Then the tragedy that always befalls,
Leaves you sad and dying.
Yet you forgive,
Hence the armistice.
I hate, I hate, I hate,
Me not you.
The bomb explodes again,
Your mercy tested twice.
And so I die,
Not by my hand,
But by yours.
