Midnight Stranger
Who is that midnight thief knocking on my broken heart’s door?
Is it you my Lord?
But what thou desirest I cannot give unto thee
For a mother’s love is stronger than a lover’s scorn
And there is more rest at her breast than in a wandering lover’s caress
Yet thou has rightly called me by name
“ Blessed Princess Fair One of the race of Women”
For that I truly am and no one could reveal this to you
Only the GREAT I AM.
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