The Lonely Bride
When I lonely wander through these roads
To and fro in search of my abode
Gently does the wind caress my face
Whispering Your words for me to trace:
“If I leave your side, my dear, for now
I do leave to prep a place for thou
And will I the same return again
That where I am, there you may remain.”
So, I in this lonely world sojourn
Our separation causes me to mourn…
When will You return to bring me home
That I may no longer sorrowed, roam?
When shall we sit down to feast above
When shall in the clouds we share our love?
When I lonely wander through these roads
To and fro with feelings overflowed
Gently does the wind my tears erase
Till one day I rest in Your embrace!
Copyright © Stenila Simon | Year Posted 2023
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