Why do uptight I get too of’t for peace
Of mind? Why do I ask my Paul to hear
Obsession that would seem to strain our lease?
‘Tis foolish act, I know it is, my Dear.
Forgive me for this fault of mine—a fault
Of misplac’d faith; I look to calm when God
I need. His presence can’t be lost nor bought.
Be gentle with me, Sweet’, my love; the rod
I seek to beat myself is wrong—a false
Way. I know ‘tis best Love to feel in soul
But sometime all I feel is grim, sad loss.
Ye are my rock, with heart so strong and bold.
Support me, Sweet’, I love you dear and true;
Forgive me for the things I wish to rue.