Stretch
My vision finds impair and seeks,
so stretching that my eye could reach
one day with Thee alone, not breach
some distant infamies impeach.
That burrowing of fate, that wretch
still seeking my interred regret
to bring down all my soul's expect,
though not as sundown takes inspect.
Tomorrow, Oh Thy worth be clef
to music, rising from my depth.
The song, the song - Oh love respect
that all my heart to Thee do stretch -
...and kindle promise, God has kept!
Copyright © Paula Larson | Year Posted 2005
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