Sep 2019
I slept some three hours to midnight
then one come then two come then three
but Poetry woke me to tell you
there’s Someone we all need to meet
His Name is the reason we’re living
He gives our each day to The Son
and while I’m alive, I confirm this
there’s Nobody Else like The One
He recognized all of my sadness
and put all my pain in His Hands
He told me I’m made up of madness
this world wants to poison and plant
my loyalty lies in My Savior
my roots found A Home in His Life
and nothing and no one can render
The Way I’ll be always defined
then one come then two come then three
but Poetry woke me to tell you
there’s Someone we all need to meet
His Name is the reason we’re living
He gives our each day to The Son
and while I’m alive, I confirm this
there’s Nobody Else like The One
He recognized all of my sadness
and put all my pain in His Hands
He told me I’m made up of madness
this world wants to poison and plant
my loyalty lies in My Savior
my roots found A Home in His Life
and nothing and no one can render
The Way I’ll be always defined
“What an admirable thing it is in the divine economy that the sacred literature of the world should have been entrusted to a people whose poetry, depending largely on parallelism, should remain poetry in any language you translate it into.”
C.S. Lewis. Letters, 16 July 1940.
C.S. Lewis. Letters, 16 July 1940.
