Captivated By World

T’was not at once mine own love with her fell

And not many a moment did it take

For her to see and crack my inner shell

Still I did offer her my soul to break.


Dawn birthed at last with unveiled gray form,

White thorns on either side stained with old wounds.

She rode atop its hide, her touch still warm.

World had taken me, not for my boon.


But You saw pain and healed my heart, O’ God,

Ney could I deserve your unfailing love,

You accept me still, sin I dare not prod.

Lead me up, Lord, to the heavens above!


Abba, I pray that I shall do thee well

You led me from the pit, my life of hell.


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