Thorns of the way I've gone on trampling
For purpose of finding You near.
Mind's bolt on door have I kept opening;
Ancient disgrace I am eroding.
How much more delay, graciously please say,
To obtain You wholeheartedly in my embrace.
For ages I have drifted unto end of age;
A single grain of kindness I beseech.
Through intellect nothing could I achieve;
Scriptural wisdom is, I know, incomplete.
Your causeless grace is the gist I heed;
With Your name I resist a hundred miseries.
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Since You sent me away, I've yearned to go home again.
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