Monday, December 31, 2012
The Mirror 1988 - 2012
All these...from One, came into thousands.
They are the metaphor that You have given us while You wait..
Let me be worth waiting for!
Could it be that You love me measureless
Better than I love these? Am I like this to Thee?
(This mirror cuts me to the heart because my love goes much unrequited
Poured out on the earth, on creatures dimly aware
Who cannot fathom my heart
Children I would die for who cannot tell right from left)
In as much as I can understand I love You. I love you
Day by day, as I see all these, how fierce is my love.
It cuts me to the heart, this mirror, this metaphor made of clay
Covenant with me for these thousands,
Helpless and dimly aware.
Your heart, it is big, full, and fierce with love.
I sing to Thee! You Beloved, You are precious to me
You are more than all these
More brilliant Your love than the suns that shine
What could I give for Thee?
What could I give, save my heart?
Little One, you, Beloved, are precious to Me
You are the crown of all these
More brilliant your love than the suns that shine
What could I give for thee?
What could I give save my heart?
There, I guard thee, my eye ever upon thee
My love full and fierce for thee
My spirit around thee
Fear not, my Little Ones, My covenant is breakless
And I am poised, biding the time
There shall none say no to Me
When the time of My waiting is done
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