thief

Why don’t you find
Time to do
In the press of life
What I’ve asked you to?
You find
Time to be
Impressed with things
That lead you
From Me.
Am I not able
To give to you
Your heart’s desire
In truth?
O! That you all
Would see
The devil takes
What you’d get
From Me
And hinges it in
Dirty,
Defiling what
Was yours
To keep.
Come to Me.
Always.