Maybe this we’ve done:
treating God as a blanket.
Warm for us, we hold.
Awake, we leave it,
and the world we go after
- that which last long not.
Two evils we did:
we seeked for broken cisterns;
Displaced Him, we had.
The *righteous' still sick.
But Jesus the cure they see.
Healed by Him they prayed,
"Into my heart, God!
And leave me not forever.
Into my heart, God!"
* those who think they are righteous, self-righteous.
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