(sonnet6)
I have feeble words, a wandering heart,
but Lord, I should like to write you a song.
There are finer offerings than my art,
and angels sing for you, my God, daylong!
But there is no sacrifice more wondrous
than your precious life; no chorus more joy-
ful than salvation; no love more thund'rous
than yours, singing from the cross. I am whole
only in the music of your presence.
No anthems of mine suffice, so Lord, take
all my heart. Unchain it from its sentence;
falter though I may, still I seek your face.
Your great melody unfolds, line by line;
you loved me first— I forever am thine.
YOU ARE READING
after
Poetryliteral years have passed since i've put anything on wattpad. it's been one hell of a hiatus, but there is always an after. here is mine.
