Oh fearless master of endless grace,
My soul craves your loves embrace!
Oh morning thoughts of endless praise,
All honking cries of you arose delight
Lift my gaze to seek thy sight.
O Softest heart of burning mercies,
Strengthen my faith to meet thy wishes,
Fill my cup to sip thy juice.
O deepest listeners of creepiest secrets,
You pull my eyes to ceaseless cries.
Crossing the bar, when I pull out to sea
when I meet my maker— facing the faceless God
Behind closed doors of solitudon fears,
Amid the crowd of piercing tears
Broken and shaken ,
With ears full of trembling voice
And ears filled with petrified noise
When I meet my maker, in a yard of shieldless guards
In an isle of hopeless faith
Petrified and helpless
With a sun and falling comets, and a mind of dripping sweats,
Here comes thy flaw-ful peon, —I would say,
It is you who makes and breaks me, Take me as I am,
Make me what you like — make me your favourite
I'm all yours to take.
©D'MARZ
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