Oh life, grants me less to grieve,
that I may find pleasure & love
but, I utter not so soon of dying.
rather some comforts to groans.
Oh heaven, ease your blazing heats
& give crumps of comfort, I may eat.
To fatten bones and brighten smiles,
& escape my wounds & distresses.
Oh love, do refresh & comfort me,
And Soften your hands and lips,
And Show me your kindness of faith
To live in harmony with my fears.
John Nelson 3/30/2007
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