A New Metre: Poetry Archive

“Oh that my words . . . were graven with an iron pen and lead in the rock for ever!” —Job 19:24

Untulip

All is not lost.
The cause is not so far to doom
to overstep the cost.

When shall the fall be stayed,
that rushes ever Hell’s abyss,
headlong down?

Faith, I know not.
But He is faithful catching those
who will.

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