The Perfect Keep
Good day, my Lord, again, it’s nice to meet you. I thought before I’d known your perfect love, yet when I see true wisdom falling from above to cursing lips, my thirsting grips despite the beggars’ push and shove. To know you Lord in all your might, the perfect keep your perfect fight and e’er transcend and there befriend whom only love’s great strength could send. I would now be less you, more me and yet, your greatness sets me free. Sign in to see full entry.