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In all the days I've come to see the irony fails me not expectations as in life, joy tempered in my sense A few moments early, oh so wise, approach I surely saw From all directions, my eyes were blind, deceived as not before A silhouette of pure enchantment, a look that made me melt, I had the words but not my own, my gift I now have found. A beauty far too fine for me as charlatans do know Yet O' so real and more that which cometh from above My God, my gift, delivered me A grace not known my soul She stole it all with smile divine, this true thief of my heart. My soul she moved, my body quivered at just a simple touch. I know not words, emotions sublime, intrinsic inwardness... My God, My love, delivered me the good thief nonetheless. Conceptions of thy Hope and Spirit were so tenderfoot For I alone could not perceive what He who Is can give. Thy depths of Grace is unbeknownst when lacking in true faith. Learnt knowledge reveals I grow quite slow but o the humanness... We all are blessed with what we need if just unguard thy sense!
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Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 11:51 PM UTC
Divine Thief
In all the days I've come to see the irony fails me not expectations as in life, joy tempered in my sense A few moments early, oh so wise, approach I surely saw From all directions, my eyes were blind, deceived as not before A silhouette of pure enchantment, a look that made me melt, I had the words but not my own, my gift I now have found. A beauty far too fine for me as charlatans do know Yet O' so real and more that which cometh from above My God, my gift, delivered me A grace not known my soul She stole it all with smile divine, this true thief of my heart. My soul she moved, my body quivered at just a simple touch. I know not words, emotions sublime, intrinsic inwardness... My God, My love, delivered me the good thief nonetheless. Conceptions of thy Hope and Spirit were so tenderfoot For I alone could not perceive what He who Is can give. Thy depths of Grace is unbeknownst when lacking in true faith. Learnt knowledge reveals I grow quite slow but o the humanness... We all are blessed with what we need if just unguard thy sense!
An Ode to Ingrid...
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Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 11:51 PM UTC
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