by Gideon Burton
after the hymn text attributed to Bernard of Clairvaux
The very thought of thee -- oh, Jesus, sweet
to me thy sacred name within my breast.
Yet how much more with softest peace impressed,
thy face to see, my Lord to praise and greet.
No voice, no heart, no memory competes
with what thy name invokes, what is expressed
when Heaven's Father is through thee addressed.
This is a food to me as wholesome as it's sweet.
My broken-hearted hope, our joy and prize
awaiting in the garden, wet and meek,
eternity and healing in thy wings;
To those who fall, how kind thou art, how wise,
the living water that I thirsty seek.
The very thought of thee, so sweet it stings.
Feel free to copy, imitate, remix, or redistribute this poem as long as you give proper acknowledgment of authorship. Photo: flickr - Iko
Beautiful work Gideon.
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