My Beloved, Don’t blame the Lord That His proven double-edged sword Appears too blunt for your sorrow And the ageless balm of Gilead Does nothing on your marital woe.
Remember, dearly beloved, remember When He spoke times without number “Tis not good for the man to be alone” Let him ask for help meet for him Let her ask for the crown of her own Well said! You declared.
But ere not I have increased in knowledge, And my barns are over-filled without measure. Anyway, none appear good for the Holy wedlock of my dream. For Peter was hasty and Paul a kill-joy Phillip was restless always willing to “go ye”, Mary takes risks – going to the tomb alone.
Having had some evils could she ever be free? All other women are no better: Thus you put off thoughts of marriage Until you pass’d the prime of age, And your prayers, now more of haste less of faith, Fall off the Lord of heaven’s ears, For he gives nothing – only by faith.
Yet the Lord is full of mercy And to entreat him is so easy Be sorry for your pride of life And the flinty hardness of your heart You’ll receive your Adam or Eve.
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