Literature
Speak in Thunder
You speak in thunder here tonight
To a soul that cries and calls
And begs you set it now aright,
And catch it lest it falls.
Rolling thunder, gentle rain
My pride's umbrella blocks.
You open doors, pelt windowpanes
While I am locking locks.
Acts of worship, morals, smiles
Of piety's display
Become excuses; I'm beguiled
And hold your hands away.
Keep hands that shape my spirit
Down passive, at your side.
I entreat you, Lord, to cure it;
And all of it but pride.
I felt submission burning;
This was my noble aim.
I thought I loved the journey
Until the tempest came.
Alas, the thunder's fading,
But in gentle rain you call:
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