MY SOUL IS A CHILD

My Soul
Was a child

An infant
In flight

In slow descent

A rasping
Desperate cry

Without words
To express the pain

That cannot be
Consoled

By a mother's
Total tenderness

Nothing at all avails
Until flight is ended

And we whimper
Into relieved silence

Quivering
Sleeping

My Soul
Is a child

That soon forgets
Its distress

As God forgets
My sin

And I am Lazarus
Waking

Called forth
Into Sonlight

In Christ
And by Him

Unbound

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