Lost

Having lost Paradise, I do lament
Letting the flow cast from these mournful eyes
Then. And wishing these dark burning lakes dry,
I curse these flaming embers suff'ring me.
But my sad liquefactions ash low heat
On my smoldering face, off'ring not ease
But rather build more massive that great heat,
Riding my memories away from Life.
The only cooling, dainty as it is:
The thought of God Almighty and His pow'r
To hold me in His Grace once more; perfect,
And away from this fallen char of sin.
I wait, and so I burn, for Him to see
That there is something worth saving in me.