2/16/2012

Another Conversation Betwixt God and the Soul

Soul

Forgive me LORD that I had not seen,
That with my service I had been so mean.
To chase my passions grotesque by flesh,
I reasoned that I was right and blessed.

God

Your guilt is sure but I wait to find,
My son in you, a pleasing kind.
But your conviction is good and true,
So I shall forgive as you well knew.

Soul

I cannot describe the burden lifted,
But that I have been wonderfully gifted.
My wretched sins deserved no less,
Than to be cast down into abyss.

God

I cannot deny what I could have done,
But had not Ninevah made your run?
Tis' ugly, yes, but excellent too,
To have you love me, as I loved you.

Soul

But what if I turn again to sin,
Would not the adversary win?
By and by I groan and wail,
at the prospect that I might fail.

God

Your faith is small, but big enough,
To receive my mercy, otherwise rough.
But if you wish to please me great,
Expand your faith and sin you'll hate.

By Evan Gunn Wilson

2/11/2012

Valentine's Sophia

Thinking of her grace I often do,
And of the time that we were through.
But the past has yet to appear,
With solemn thanks to hear.

Blest be her name, and all about;
That her doctrine has no shout,
But that she teaches with her actions,
And burdens none with any factions.

My fairest ghost, or spirit rather,
In a land afar, but friends she gathers.
Though not time enough for all,
Seeks her God lest she should fall.

Bemused I sit, but pleased in heart,
That she would suit me to take some part.
And when she left that day at noon,
Foregone me then to come to me soon.

Nothing I expect, as honest appraise,
That I might go on alone for days,
And months, we may surely see,
Whether this love should truly be.

By Evan Gunn Wilson