Thy cheeks, flush with love, Are comely and inviting. With rows of jewels, you beckon me. Thy neck with bands of compassion, and Chains of gold not cold iron.
At midnight the terrors grip me, I will call on you when I’m afraid. Rise up, O Lord, come to my aid, To give thanks, is my offering to thee. Unto thee alone, in the dark, I make my gift, Because of your compassion. Thy righteous judgments terrify the spoiler of souls. At midnight IContinue reading “Judgments #62”
I hate empty affection, Vain words that mean nothing. Thoughts of human love are fleeting, But your love is lasting. Thy law teaches compassion. Do I love you? I hate vain thoughts: but thy law do I love. Psalm 119:113