With what pleasure I have begun to deduce
The true romance of the world!
Here, in your hand,
I have found solace and a world of comfort.
Gone are the days of toiling in vain,
Waiting for a sweet saviour to arise.
Though I have come suddenly today
Upon the realization that salvation
Is not a flame found in others for ourselves;
But an ice
That freezes so succulently in your core
Once you have allowed yourself to be healed
By the forgiving hand of he who you love
And more importantly,
The hand of your own affairs.
And so I give you thanks
For leading me into a life of joy and bliss
While subsequently rescuing me
From my own worrisome and often bitter outlook.
For I did not look to you to be saved,
I only look to you today
To alight the loving fire in me
I sometimes find easy to forget.
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 9:10 PM UTC
With what pleasure I have begun to deduce
The true romance of the world!
Here, in your hand,
I have found solace and a world of comfort.
Gone are the days of toiling in vain,
Waiting for a sweet saviour to arise.
Though I have come suddenly today
Upon the realization that salvation
Is not a flame found in others for ourselves;
But an ice
That freezes so succulently in your core
Once you have allowed yourself to be healed
By the forgiving hand of he who you love
And more importantly,
The hand of your own affairs.
And so I give you thanks
For leading me into a life of joy and bliss
While subsequently rescuing me
From my own worrisome and often bitter outlook.
For I did not look to you to be saved,
I only look to you today
To alight the loving fire in me
I sometimes find easy to forget.
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