Lord, Take Me To Your Arms Of Rest - Poem by Gil Gregorio
Lord, take me to your sweet dreams
Count one for nothing in your arms;
In rest, I shall stay believing love
And in your heart make me your beat.
Count one for nothing in your love
My spirit be mingled in your universe;
Make me a star to stand with you
Side by side walking in the dark.
Count ten for nothing in eternity
By your spirit let me be me;
And in my sweet songs, a harp's sweet
In my sleep of dust is your rest.
Count twenty for nothing in value
For bitter is my pain and sweet with you;
In my lonely place where one love grows
A seed for nothing for a fruit anew!
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