My First Love
The years have been fowl and grey.
And I've forgotten how to pray.
Takin my life into my own hand.
I just might end up in a stranger land.
Faithless all around me.
They be what they see.
This Church of Culture and Blood.
Where the externalities are gestures and symbols.
Shadows of the True Way they've left behind.
Where the interiority grow arid and dry.
All their Mysteries are hallow.
All I know what to do now, is cry.
My heart is broken.
You have spoken
The reasons why!
Oh save me from myself before I die.
You are my Beloved
You are my Salvation
You have been my first Love
From the start.
Come rescue my ailing heart
Before I succumb to some curse.
All I want to do
Is get back to You,
Oh My Eternal Love from the First.
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