Maybe, my sins will lull you to sleep
Through the lattice-trellis's green leaves.
As deep cries out to deep, I want to weep,
If your heart cannot hear my hard heart's heaves.
It is Heaven for whom my heart heaves,
For Heaven is a Person more than Place,
The palace that the Prince of Peace conceives
When we finally see Him, face to face.
The confession that proves to be most true
Is one which does not come from fear of pain,
But the desire to do what He would do,
Not just because He brings the grain and rain.
Lord, You are goodness, beauty, truth,
The only fountain of eternal youth.
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