Beauty! How I wish to like you,
owe to you all my preview,
making me an exemplar.
But a fraudulent good you are.
Not my God you are, dear beauty.
I believe He was not pretty,
Jesus, not to love as you.
His salvation makes me new.
Tuesday, 10 February 2009
My heart set
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