Gentle Rose of My Soul
thou art a muse of this prose
all the fame thou credits them all
thou lovely and tender rose
of this fragile soul.
beats the tempo of my heart
you knew it well right from the start
hear the rhythm of the pain
though i know it sounds so lame
to thee i’ll give this very heart
broken and with no art
some pieces torn of enviousness
some were lost in emptiness
some were blemished with a lust
so fleeting it didn't last
it wears the lingerie of deceit
To catch a lion to the pit.
unto thy grace i laid it all
my doctor, my carpenter , my all in all
make my heart beautiful
to testify thy grace once more.
Thou art a muse of my soul
all the glory thou credits them all
thou lovely and gentle whole
JESUS lover of my soul
Copyright © Ruth Wrights | Year Posted 2019
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