For Love's Sake

The Sun descended in the West

So I took all the sadness within me

Overflowing from a gourd,

Half-cracked and old,

Like evening stars refusing their glow

The Lark losing song in her nest

And I, ashamed, longed to find my own.

In vain, I grieved Grace that never was

And wept with bitterness unforetold

Till I found refuge in the cradle of arms

Brimming with Love unforeseen,

And Mercy manifold.

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