Keep Her, I Beg.



KEEP HER, I BEG
by Jezreel Madsa

the air of winter sighs
moistened by future anxious
fears-'tis drawin' nigh
as the cloud sobs in tears


knees on the hard
earth kissed
as the broken soul 
laments its cracking 
piece

'til all his deep parted pleas
on windless wings
FLY!
up in the gracious ears of
the Most High

"Oh, if it'd be Thy will . . ."
he pleads—please!
keep her still
in a fallen world
where sadness 
dwell . . .
from evil company
from an evil one—
the depraved "I" in me.


But if Thou willest otherwise,
Your Divine Decree—
Holy and Wise:
Oh, Let Thy arms be mine
to keep her;
and let her heart be Thine FOREVER.

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