Lead my weight, burdened wings,
Not my heart in joy it sings,
Sombre, my tale of sorrow,
From hell that song did borrow,
Elixir from the breast of demons milk,
Of Satan’s common ilk,
Plenty nourishment of hate,
No milk of love my hungers sate,
The whip of love it beat me well,
The lashes wounds still heal and swell,
Scarred for life and hell I feel,
Permanent this seal,
I’ll not forget, this early hell,
Still demons in me dwell,
Wings of bats return to caverns deep,
There my soul it hangs to weep,
Such golden sun high in the sky,
Will ever there I fly?
A loving face there in the light,
I see it with delight,
What may it be, I do not know,
A cross it has in tow,
A breath I have of yearning,
Such love some day be earning,
Show me while my lessons learned,
Your love I have not spurned,
I learned my lessons well o lord,
Ne’r again of hate makes sport,
Untie your chains and shackles then,
Free yourself from Satan’s den
Not make unforgiving hate,
Your everlasting fate,
Preen your wings my son and fly,
To meet me in the sky,
Do like me, love and forgiveness be,
Unchain your soul, be free!
©Jasmin Horst E.P. Seiler
Georg
Unchain your soul, be free!
Truly words to live by.
Ted
Fee