Montag, 17. Dezember 2018

Ingrids Auswahl - Ingrids Poetry (59)

                                        In Christ reborn

Could this heart stop beating?

Could this spirit fly?

To leave behind earth's battle fields

No tears these eyes would cry.

Eager to leave this checkerboard

Made up of night and day,

Gladly to go with head held high

To leave this house of clay.

Far, would I bid my soul to roam

To lofty spheres on high

Beyond the moon, beyond the stars

To that bright shining sky.

There to behold Christ's kingly face.

Once more to feel his warm embrace,

There in that longed for glory morn

Released from sin, in Christ reborn.

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