A falling off of wholeness seems
to push me to complete extremes;
at times I'm merry and content,
at other points I'm crabbed and bent.
My days are embers, cooling fast;
God only knows how long they'll last.
To suck the sweetness from each one
I did what ev'ry fool has done --
Climbed on the tinsel carousel
and stormed romantic citadel;
pursued the wind to catch a breeze
and found that life is just a tease.
But though I felt I ought to cease
to count upon the Man of Peace,
when all my labors came to naught,
His love has my new wholeness wrought.
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