Adoration
Heaven's wrath ascends in Solitude, and I,
Stumbling for a woman's love, devoured
by the passions once imbued and empow'red
over fields more true; beneath purer sky
I was taken, bound and locked in thine eye-
prisoner of a greater sort; I cowered
once, now rise in glory, overpowered
with a need to worship each smile or sigh
falling from your lips-it may never be
enough; glory may fail any man's soul;
I find mine own lacking in kind. Empty
of such fortunes, resting not yet in Sheol,
I strive, falter, rise again once to see
that in thee, in thee alone, I am whole.
Stumbling for a woman's love, devoured
by the passions once imbued and empow'red
over fields more true; beneath purer sky
I was taken, bound and locked in thine eye-
prisoner of a greater sort; I cowered
once, now rise in glory, overpowered
with a need to worship each smile or sigh
falling from your lips-it may never be
enough; glory may fail any man's soul;
I find mine own lacking in kind. Empty
of such fortunes, resting not yet in Sheol,
I strive, falter, rise again once to see
that in thee, in thee alone, I am whole.