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