THIS INNOCENT
If God has seen all that has gone in me
And felt the mortal pain that I now feel,
With heart or conscience he must soothe my state,
Or else drive his deathly sword
Of liberty.
If I am now alone, and by such doubt
It seems it be, let Nature’s force
Reside as weighty judge
And lend the final verdict
Now upon me.
Piece together my mind, oh Lord
If this be called to you or me,
Unbind this rack of loss from all my thoughts
And leave a dullness as my cross
To shield this innocent.
October 1979 (as amended)
© Michael G Reid 1979-2011