TITLE: Against Gravity By Alyssa Colby 07/22/05 |
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Father, may it never be,
Seeking fullness less than Thee,
I should, in my soul of souls
Set my sights on lowly goals.
Lest my mind be ever roving
After trifles such as clothing;
Lest my heart be set upon
Things mouth, not heart, doth feast upon
Keep from me their short-lived bliss
That Thy love I may not miss
Take their joy, for short or long
Till Thy love shall be my song
Lest my mind begin to wander
And on fruitless things to ponder
Lest my soul be drawn away
To un-precious things of clay
Speak to me in pain and weakness
Turning me from pride to meekness
And emptying me of vanity
Turn me afresh to follow Thee
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