Merciful Savior, I beg, release me
From this sackloth mask which, mine eyes, doth shield
Let me see, once again, the harvest field
Merciful Savior, won't you set me free
If darkness must dwell and vision, impede
Then, Lord, bind my mouth by the same dark twill
For what good are my words, arid and still
Without benefit of an optic lead
And if my mouth be bound from oration
Oh, God, as well bound my hands and my feet
For without words how might my hands, then, greet
The children longing to be Your nation
I cry to you, Messiah, show to me
Ways to follow You... How, again, to see
((March 25th,2009))
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