SaraThePotato

Op. 26, no. 2 Lamps Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye And clouds this lamp that lights my fevered brain When I believe these pleasures satisfy The deepest longings given selfish reign. To see creation as a basic means To satisfy the myriad of youthful lusts Is instability, because it leans On wants that crumble quickly into dust. My hope is that I might not acquiesce In chasing things shortsightedly pathetic, But powered by the Spirit, try my best To understand the lasting things majestic, And make my mark, fulfill the ministry That I was called to leave a legacy.