I WOULD RATHER NOT GO
In all truth I tell you, when you were young you put on your own belt and walked where you liked; but when you grow old you will stretch out your hands, and somebody else will put a belt round you and take you where you would rather not go.' (John 21:18)
It may come to pass
That
when I grow old
I
will always be cold
By
the fire
In
the draft
Of
an open door
Afraid when left
On
my own
By
my own disowned
And when I lose myself
My
self control
They
will take me
To
a place where
I
would rather not go
Leaving me there
Until
I go senseless
And then I will cry like a
child
With an ache that is not
understood
Not
having the words to define it
And all I will know
Is
a far distant fear
Ever
near
That
I am unfit for Communion
And raising the cap
I no longer possess with
respect
I
will cry like a child
Until Christ be in everything
And everything within me
Until Christ be in everything
And everything within me
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