Poetry

The Servant Child

Master, Master, hear my cry,
For only that will satisfy,
The desire of your servant to know,
What is it that she must sow?

Master, Master, I’m still a child,
In silly things such as being mild,
For whenever fear lingers near,
I’m ready with armour and spear. Continue reading

Poetry

Lamentation of a Dying Soul

My soul laments from my darkness,
It cries out to You, my Light.
As tears roll down this downcast face,
Come save me in Your might.

My adversary says there’s no hope,
All I can do is flee.
But You are not one to forsake Your children,
Oh Father God, have mercy on me. Continue reading