Lord Oh Lord
Lord, Lord Oh Lord
What’s a desire?
Is it a dart of pleasure,
Or a scalding fire?
Imprisoned in my room,
What shall I do?
Wait for the groom,
Or the past shall I rue?
For today means now,
And now I just can’t think,
To whomever I would bow,
Or stare without a blink.
Lord, Oh dear Lord
I know I'm weak,
Merely longing for a sword,
And he owns what I seek.
But despite what’s opposing,
I still can imagine,
Seeing him proposing
To end my famine.
Then he says Lord.
Oh dear Lord,
As long as I'm alive,
But his love shall I thrive.
28th of dec 06
Jessica J. Hanna
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