Balm In Gilead
Dear God
In the sundry scatterness of truth
And the sultry pillage of the brute
Bind me up again
In swaddling rags
And burial ointment for the pain.
For through death
I shall approach my birth
Better than a resurrection
Of lilies
From the immortal bulb
Of only faith
Dear God
Let me be consumed in you.
Copyright © L'Nass Shango | Year Posted 2009
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