God's Oud

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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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