And the Lord promised us peace…
But would I know it if I didn’t know your heart
Sweet angel of mine,
Royal head of my long distant kingdom?
A word, a look, a smile of approval
Dispatched from your unreachable seat
Bring peace to my embattled territories,
Lands you conquered with a winning smile.
I bred you on my soft spring meadows,
Suckled you at the rosy nipples of spring buds
Only to lose the fresh perfume of your youth.
Now you’ve come back victorious
Binging peace to your long lost home
Commanding me to be still and wait
On your benevolence, in which I trust.
Oh happy girl that is without will
And waiting on your will to will her
Back into the Lord’s peace.
For even the Lord is a sweet Narcissus
And we His mirror image longing
To be, to live, to adore Him
As I do YOU, my Prince of Peace,
With a love truly God’s own.