~
I took your book
and read
~
It said you bled
for me
~
They cried
who watched you die
~
But joy now fills my heart
I’ll not part
~
From your ways
all my days.
~

The Poetry of Spirituality
~
I took your book
and read
~
It said you bled
for me
~
They cried
who watched you die
~
But joy now fills my heart
I’ll not part
~
From your ways
all my days.
~