Calvary painted love's picture for me.

Seems I am under an illusion

Jumping always to conclusion

What I think of as retribution

Only leads to more confusion

 

Oh that I may know your ways

Comprehend the mystery, see your face

Grow in wisdom, ne'er betray

Twisted entity, my mind, this maze

 

Laughed to scorn, feelings ground

Repaying laughter with a frown

Vain imaginings, with my crown

Before your feet I'm casting down

 

Oh, not to seek for wordly gain

Or to hear words or sweet refrain

Not for fortune, all but vain

These I could not maintain

 

Let them laugh, scoff, and scorn

While within, I'm weary, worn

Tormented, vexed, forlorn

For your joy comes in the morn

 

In that new day when I awake

In your arms my sorrows take

In that morning all fetters break

I'll be glad this has been for Your sake.