The Prayer

How quick in sun's furnace falls Faith like a withered leaf! How sad dead friendship recalls The songs that balmed our grief! When then we shared belief before You my fealty to truth adore Your response was praise, naught more In the surge of truth upon the shore how pious you became when I prayed How reverent while the candle flamed Nothing in me made love dismayed Every echo of the prophet you framed And did you say the answers were sure Signs that God favored our belief Nor then trusted you another cure To scale the battlements and bring relief And for what now do you revile and hate Nor question the demons that arose To imprison your heart in their dark fate What Christ would so your flaws expose? I pray still, the ultimate prayer now That God will bring you back again That self will surrender to yield the vow Like shattered glass that serves the pain I pray for you, and I pray more for me That by understanding patience endures Does not the serpent hunts human frailty Those who sip must pray grace restores? The cup, the cup, I resnt it, polished new Abomination scuttles innocense, then invent The wickedness that others do; what's true Is that I unsubmitted stir demons to discontent I pray not for them, but for you, faith gone so soon Figment and self brings joy to dark despair Water changes to blood in a frightening moon I believe grace still holds amidst tides of fear How quick in sun's furnace falls Faith like a withered leaf! How sad dead friendship recalls The sad destruction of belief.