He lays me to rest
In the garden
Where dew falls
At dawn
And pines
That shade the scorching noon
Grasp the whispering windWhere the setting sun
The stars and rising moon
Glance gently
He feeds me Milk
To still the child
And Wine
To take away man’s pain.
Coming in
He breathes softly
On my face
His tears
A living Spring
To wash my wounds
Speaking, urging gently
Rest my love
Drink deep and sleep
My dearest friend
This verse is v v helpful:
ReplyDeleteHe feeds me Milk
To still the child
And Wine
To take away man’s pain.
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