Jew #16

I hear you like a derrick's chain holding the weight against the strain I hear you like a laden train longing to unhitch the cars that remain In every pulley and gear of your being your groaning tells the pain And I bowed to the far engineer of our dreams lisp my refrain And beg him oil that makes the grinding cease And beg him day that brings our love release. In blindness of heart we make our choice, we feeble, and finite men The switching tracks of fate into our ken, post hoc we claim and blend Into our desire for control, and yet the soul must still depend Upon One who have the bigger scheme, his sweeter blessings to send And so surrendered he directs our will When we are calmly bowed or standing still I claim your promise still, Lord, let not the weight of flesh now impart The crush of dreams, or desire rags become in her trembling heart I yield me for her, as Adam should have done from the very start This ship of faith, we sail it blind, O love of love, pure Guide thou art Our cradle and our shield, see now I yield Bind on me her burdens, just let her heal.