Iris

How I wish I could wipe your tears,
And kiss your face,
And hold you close
But I’m miles away.

And how I want to
Break this bind,
And travel time,
To find you finding comfort.

Iris, broken at the stem,
Bleeding petals of regret;
And holding burdens in,

Don’t let them see,
Never let them win;
They will only leave …
And the hurt will come again,

Picking you like heads of grain,
Here you stay in fear;
the hope of Redemption gone,
You cried that it would leave,
And now grieve over its release,

How awful I to think you fickle,
How stupid I to think you wrong,
For Iris you are perfect!
Not a blemish on you falls,

Now weep dear one,
Weep deeply for this loss,
Who was I to take the hope away?
Abide in me, confide in me,
Believe in me and pray?
And hope will be restored to you again,

Take your cross you lazy sinner,
Be oh ever shamed!
For who are you to take the time
God gave His son to save?

To this you were called,
To this end will it be…
From now till forever
No retaliation here only sweet surrender,
Be ever, Iris, this burden in me stay,

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