Can I bind myself to that naked
Shall I lift high the red-striped
Will heart and hand fully lade
Can flesh fade without a whimper?
Do roses bloom without a brier
Shall I bend Thy will to mine
Doth dross consume sans smelting
Shall branch preserve the Vine?
How can I embrace the One
Who gave all upon the tree
If I loose naught of self to
But cling knuckle-white to
Kristine K. Lowder