Such terror, such pain Naked. Upon which I try to look again.
Stars of wonder, star of light Deep darkness in, draws the night Seeping, weaving, ever appeasing Both loom, but only one is bright.
Song birds sing! Practice in your sleep And leave to be alone, lost and broken for A sheep without a keep; The shepherd Hanging
On a blood stained tree.
Burning coals are scattered, Heavy wings batter: At the east gate, fours of fours Lion, human, eagle and cherub. Spirit filled body, works filled faith Yet on hearing was accredited That righteousness we proclaim! Who sigh and groan Over what it is to know not But for the goodness of The Name Each rejoices in each own’s lot. For exceedingly so, O exceedingly so That passion of Christ: Suffient, when not forgot.