What agony doth caress my soul!
For depth of wound doth purify
And pain internal doth awake
Prithee, do not forsake thy daughter
Nor turn upon thy tormented sisterGentle scorn doth wonders produce
Harsh love hath refreshing power
Hark, the song of joy is upon mine ear
The hope of love abounds within
Dost scar remain? A cherished reminder
I am saved
I am free
2 comments:
That's really beautiful. I had no idea accountants could be so eloquent.
Thank you Mrs. M
It was simply an outpouring of the soul. Life in general is inspiring, yes, but trials even more so.
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