A CRY FOR FREEDOM © 2008

I wish I knew the love of a woman,

To eternally weep for her loss,

As one who surrenders without fear,

And in the void that remains, the soul bends.

I wish Christ had known the love of God,

So that in life I could heal my wound,

That throbs within me, on His most precious days,

And finds shelter only in His grace.

I wish God were a mystery, the last,

To alert men of their insignificant error,

Like a solitary voice, in a sudden cry,

Reminding them of the divine, so near and small.

I wish Christ had been His faithful disciple,

To suffer more than a man, threefold,

As one who bears the cross, towards heaven,

And finds invisible love in every pain.

And let His will be done,

On earth as in heaven,

That our daily bread, in holiness,

May nourish us, and the soul remain faithful.

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