Hosanna!
God heals even my wretched Soul,
Unworthy of Divine Grace, I know.
The synthesis of things in their place
Are not ever vainly laid to waste.
While I lay, inwardly burning,
Your Scent, I still vividly taste.
And my broken-heart is yearning,
For the delicate missing piece,
Which came solely from your Spirit;
Which alone puts my Soul at ease.
Your voice, though fading, I hear it.
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