I die to live: how strange a thing:
And blood can set me free;
My lifeless tongue will learn to sing,
Glad slave of liberty.
I live to die: how great the cost:
Two natures war within;
How long the road, how dark the cross,
How fiercely clings my sin.
Through fire gold is purified:
In pain must healing start;
And so to suffering now, my Lord,
I yield my trembling heart.
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consider that this day ne'er dawns again. ~dante
4 comments:
Did you write this? If so, wow! I really like it! :)
I did, I'm afraid. Thank you. :)
It nails it. You most certainly do have a way with words. I don't know what else to say.
Well ... thank you. I know a lot of other things I could say, but I won't say them, for the sake of niceness. ;)
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