I Wore Your Flesh
"Shut out the
world's craving din," He says, "and come with me in To a quiet place. Rest your soul And feed on honeyed sweets. I will not sneer at your triumphs Or gloat over your defeats, Neither condemn you, close to my heart. My love is not based on your success. I wore your flesh and know it aches; I long to ease your wretchedness. Don't be afraid to tell me all. Trust me with your doubts and cares And hidden things that devour you: Well I know the tempter's snares. I will gentle you with my hand. I wore your flesh, I understand."
- Karleen E. Wickham Page ©1986 |