Prayer Retreat
Oh, promise of His Holy Way,
Where at no tongues can meet
nor switch the progress of obey
by that which they repeat!
Original, the sin of man
ne'er in can size, replete
unless by following command
a personal retreat ~
As solemn as the cross' employ
my vestige fails tout de' suite
the closet of resumption's buoy
holds up its weight's complete.
Oh, Jesus, saving not a toy
and faithfulness discreet
I often curse the whereabouts ploy
yet struggle to my feet!
This silent hour in reverence space
between my heart and Thee
as yet to focus, not disgrace
His bond of harmony!
Copyright © Paula Larson | Year Posted 2014
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