God, who did my soul create, In thy presence thou refuge take. With this glorious love I swear, Youth's beauty is only but fair. - George Rapanos
Scholars and Philosophers
Scholars and Philosophers only speculate,
What is my destiny, what is my fate.
Although their thoughts are proud and high,
Fall short of winning the eternal prize.
A prize so precious, a love so divine,
A secret concealed in this heart of mine.
Is there in them such hope of Thee,
To experience this love and set them free?