A tray[1] of songs, arrayed I offer up respectfully
Unto Thee, eagerly awaiting advent.
For Your sake I am composing,
And I am rehearsing often.
On these songs of mine is coated love;
A memoir of my life is in these songs.
It paid no mind to if a day was auspicious,
Or to any earthly impediment.
When gone were the snows and summer fires,
Arrived a motley-flowered springtime.
Naught it deemed virtue or vice,
External or inherent.
It is there, unparalleled like the pearl,
Having filled an oyster shell.
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Sunday, October 30, 2022
My mind on Thee
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You are the only thing in my life, all I recognize and long to see. In that light, perfect is my everything.
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