Without Love, I am words faded, erased on a page, no more than the shavings left behind, without Hope.
Yet this contradiction exists—-
In lowy state, we find our Bliss.
In poverty, I lay Me down
And there find Calvary’s Love—-
But what do I really know of this?
O, to rise and with the Sparrow sing,
“All gain is laid to rest!”
For One who set aside His Life, alas, to give us Breath!