How my soul longs for thee
In silent misery.
A smile painted on my face,
as I try to hide Disgrace.
O, sweet rose of my heart,
Why must we be apart?
O, sweet flower of my soul,
Only you can make me whole!
The Father holds me dear
And brushes off my fear.
But tears across my face
Keep me so far from Grace.
Yet hope within my breast
Envelops my regrets
Like a mantle of silk,
Like a mother’s sweet milk.
I refuse to give in
To the despair within.
She lies within the earth
And I wait to give birth
To eternal Eden,
My blessing and my bane.
I wait for You, O Lord!
If you but say the Word,
I know that she will come,
My rose, my healing balm.