Guest guest Posted October 25, 2002 Report Share Posted October 25, 2002 As i approach Your Feet, i'm so glad it's You repulsing me with gentle goad: "still too angry to be with Me," attracting me with golden noose: "still too attached to be with Me." dazzling me with flower arrows: "still your senses to be with Me." deluding me with sugar-cane bow: "still your mind to be with Me." i'm so glad it's You holding these weapons, striking so gently. For though i may die from these wounds, never knowing You, i'm so glad it's You Who killed me with such sweetness. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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