Poetry

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Written 12-9-04

There burns within me,
What, I know not;
And only You know,
What I am about.
With all this heat
In my heart;
The Master must perform.

What will He perform?

A song unsung
Stews within my soul;
Of a love, so, so great,
It keeps me when not whole.

A song unsung,
Of my Security;
Even when gladness
Has failed, and left me.

For what burns within me,
I thank You that You know;
A song just for You;
I sense a crescendo.
With all this heat
In my heart;
The Master will perform.

You are:
My Song Unsung
You stew within my soul;
A love beyond the great,
It keeps me when not whole.

My Song Unsung,
My own Security;
Even when gladness
Has failed, and left me.

I've sensed a holding back,
But it's not from You;
So my song is sung,
A growing love for You, so true.

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