Would you try me, sweet Jesus, with the bid of your lips
And your breath that trembles like serene lake mists,
Allow your words slip through mild fingertips
And halt until I should yield to thirst?

I tell by your songs, you surely had known
Of the spell in your luring mouth wine;
Of the warmth that flows from the skin through the bone
And down my heart arteries incline.

Would you try me, dear Jesus, see if I could resist
The tempting devotion to your heart,
If I could endure the loss of your kiss
With no companion for my lonesome path?

My heart will be left in the Sea of Galilee,
My spirit still seeking your lead;
With that yearning consuming, killing me sweetly,
As soft as your every deed.



© September 2003