God's Oud
Tune my heart with your ruthless love, O Friend,
Even if I groan at the turning
My tight-held places
Letting go reluctantly.
Cradle me in your hands,
O knower of my spirit,
Plucking my tender yearning
With your infinite Grace
Until my faltering human soul
Sounds your wild song of ecstasy.
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