Ingrids Auswahl - Ingrids Poetry (148)

Let me hear

Loving Saviour let me hear gentle whisperings of thy voice.

In thy healing touch of love ever shall my soul rejoice.

In thee only will I rest, to thee will I bring

Solemn, sacred, sweet devotions, Prophet, priest and king.

Till my walk on earth is through, let me lean my friend on you.

       

Paradise

There's nothing here worth crying for

Worth labouring, worth dying for.

Except it be the sacred prize,

The entry key to paradise.

There's nothing here worth mourning for

Worth scheming, worth adorning for,

Except it be the sacred prize,

The entry key to paradise.

There's nothing here, for all is vain,

For all earth's gold will not attain-

Nor win for man that longed for prize;

The entry key to paradise.