In Love With The Lord

A Prayer of Ancestral Feeling

There is no easy hope or lies that shall bring forth the goal, but iron sacrifice of body, will and soul. All thoughts, all passions, all delights and whatever stirs this mortal frame, you minister my love Father and feed my sacred flame. Glad meetings, tender partings that up stay the drooping mind of absence, by vows sworn in your presence; I have watched and long waited for the prize of the breath we share, and look upon the best gift of heaven that has fallen upon me. The voice of your wisdom sees the inner heart, and allows more to be given as we have become embodied and establish the high truths. My life of love and immortality, being fused into one by you, it is there that lays the channel, the genuine course, the aim, and end of partaking of these holy times. Through strife and tribulation we pass into endless joy, a love divine and a blessed restoration to behold. Only with ancestral feeling can we perceive what in our holy fabric we posses, of blessed angels whose delight is our cares. Those with pure altars are worthy and will shine with some portion of heavenly luster. The pensive silence is broken to lift our eyes to the way, the truth and our life in Christ.