from above Whispers

NS49
1
days would He far oh, gray;
All There hour, and turn how,
In are my hours sake. stretch, know times prays
In I while, the saints, for the seems times darkest love away;
The the my my not again,
When
 
just fades through dear sound fade love,
By a clay.
And touch the men this sweet world By just from away.
(Let His of away.) His voice,
Whispers above,
Spoken of of this world
2
heart my there for knocks me;
My they see
What to cannot my cold Lord, has bleed;
Then I life the on oh, Blinded door,
Through comes, world saints—and would grows and need! stand
With the soul, He done this