Hold Me

Oh You alone are worthy~

Worthy~ worthy~

You cradle me like a baby

IN Father’s embrace

I am well rested

My soul is with You

Safe, and sound,

You promise never to drop me,

or let me out of your embrace,

Behold, when I turn away from the other side of the moon,

I meet your Delight,

Your Beloved Son,

In middle of night.

Oh Lord,

Where it is just You and Me,

I know–one day, I will meet you at the altar,

in the Heavens, the golden chambers,

But here on Earth,

You bring Heavens to my soul,

You are Heavens~ to my soul,

You are all I need,

You are everything I want.

It is true,

the wolves are out late this night,

in the shining moonlight,

they howl in search of other souls,

LO and behold,

You hold me high upon the mountain,

Where the tomb is,

Lord, where Your body rose,

and Light made the Dark of no effect,

blinding those who could see,

Lo and behold,

those who could see the nails on your Cross,

yet not behold who the Lord was,

Oh, except that Centurion who knelt before you,

and said, “Oh, Truly this was the son of God!

Truly this is Son of God,

All I need right now, and will ever want!

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Sappho, spelled (in the dialect spoken by the poet) Psappho, (born c. 610, Lesbos, Greece — died c. 570 BCE). A lyric poet greatly admired in all ages for the beauty of her writing style.

Her language contains elements from Aeolic vernacular and poetic tradition, with traces of epic vocabulary familiar to readers of Homer. She has the ability to judge critically her own ecstasies and grief, and her emotions lose nothing of their force by being recollected in tranquillity.

Marble statue of Sappho on side profile.

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