Present Love
The Christ is far, the Christ is far away.
But thou, my love, art near Thy fondling hands
I feel, and through the dark see eyes that say:
" My love is here. My love a bulwark stands
Against life's sorrows stern and loud demands "
O Love, my soul in answer lifts its voice:
" While love I hold, how should I not rejoice?
While thee I hold, beneath thy ample sway,
Easy shall be that strait path of my choice,
Although the Christ, the Christ is far away. "
But thou, my love, art near Thy fondling hands
I feel, and through the dark see eyes that say:
" My love is here. My love a bulwark stands
Against life's sorrows stern and loud demands "
O Love, my soul in answer lifts its voice:
" While love I hold, how should I not rejoice?
While thee I hold, beneath thy ample sway,
Easy shall be that strait path of my choice,
Although the Christ, the Christ is far away. "
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