We, not used to mental fortitude
ousts from pleasure
live wound in shells of dejection
until adoration leaves its high blessed sanctuary
And, comes into our sight
to free us into life.
Love arrives
And, in its train come joys
old recollections of delight
antiquated accounts of agony.
But that we are bold,
love breaks away the chains of dread
from our spirits.
We are weaned from our meekness
In the flush of adoration's light
we dare be valiant
What's more, all of a sudden we see
that love costs all we are
And what we will ever be.
However it is just love
which liberates us.
