Jew #20

This morning on my knees again, I lift You up in prayer, love. Beg God his care For you, to make the laboring day swift Balm your weary flesh, and deny your fear I told him bathe you in the fount of youth Clothe you with the silk of grace, and make it In purple color, jewel you with truth And bring you to my heart, resplendent lit. Queen of my soul, fair bride of all my dreams I can but in prayer near you be found Prayer makes small the world though large it seems God omnipresent make heaven like ground And love across the gulf of distant miles Embrace our two hearts in kisses and smiles. ii Have you read your text again as I plead Did you parse it line by line, drank its faith And yield renewed with every verse you read Saw that agate sweeter than opiate Upon the tongue, the promise spoken there And shall you soon enlarge your tent's domain Castling your dreams and dancing on your care The Bible is God's truth, never treat it vain. It says from the beginning a man was made For you, and that I must not be alone From you, nor sundered by human charade From the flesh of my flesh, bone of my bone In its pages I see our sure happiness The success of our dream, your loveliness. iii "Who can find a virtuous woman," Lord, Is this a question to me? I found The only one, a diamond, rough and hard Abused by others, and oft tossed around The fools never knew her worth, but you gave Me eyesalve, shone your light and let me see The splendor uncut, her light's purest wave The inner sparkle of the heart - the sea Of crystals tender for love's symphony Let them seek now in vain to answer thee I have joy, no price can match in value Nor worth exceed, for her, Lord, I thank you Beautiful flowers come from common seed The brightest rose was once a seeming weed.