Love is the compassion you have shown me,

And the brilliant light that shines from thee.

It is the whisper in fragile willow,

And leaves gently falling from an autumn tree.

Oh Lord, how often will you come, and comfort,

How often Lord, will you forgive and coddle me?

When I at last have faced all of life’s journey,

And in Love, you choose to set me free,

Then my soul will rush like water flowing,

And the breeze will race to carry me,

To soothing pond and deepest ocean,

And at last, my eyes will see.

What it is I have been missing,

Since the day that I was born.

No more clouded, dusky, darkness,

When at last I sail away,

No more toil, and no more trouble,

As I face a bright new morn.

Michael Taylor©