While through my life I'm numbers counting
of every qualm that I'm surmounting,
'twill serve me well to stay reminding
that I've partaken of the binding.
A binding strength of faith-in-motion;
A binding source of pure devotion:
'I'll walk this road with you, my dear...
And we will conquer mortal fear! '
Living life with eager haste
Trying moments not to waste
I reflect in calm reminding,
'I've partaken of the binding!
A binding of my heart to hers;
A binding love that passion stirs...
With you, my dear, I'll live to see
what God has planned for you and me! '
While in the pains of living death
if gasping for a hopeful breath
it gives me life to stay reminding
that I've partaken of the binding!
A binding purpose for my trying!
A binding force to silence crying!
'With you, my love, I'll make it home...
And nevermore will anguish roam! '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem