I long to savor
You are the salvation
that I must extract
to keep sin at bay.
Lucifer's extending hand,
black and cold,
cannot sway me from the rugged hand
that is inviting with its heavenly warmth.
far surpassing the splendor
of rolling hills and blossoming fields in spring.
Let me carry you away to such places
where you will not be compared, but praised!
My tongue will not dare
curse your beauty with comparisons,
but will brag of my compassion for you
whom God flawlessly fashioned.
Flowers abound the Earth,
but your scent overwhelms their bodies
and they faint in ecstasy.
Free yourself from
the constant strife