When Friends Turned Away

When friends turned away and fled, When breath itself refuses air, When life and home are pots of dread, To sin I'm bored, to holiness—can't swear,

Love's strength in me has all run dry, When dreams seem nothing but delirium, And all my feelings long have died— I found a ray, a bright mysterium.

Then drops of light like gentle rain Covered my living spirit through. My soul shook off each stain, And I entered holiness anew.

O earthly life, in adoration— A glimpse of Eternity's own grace. Forgetting evil, false persuasion, And betrayals—my own base,

I dressed myself in Holy Raiment— My spirit, soul, and even flesh: I wish, O Lord, to love—and payment Of faith eternal, ever fresh.

Dull routine has fled away, My path and home are holidays. Waters turned to wine that day, To quench my thirst in wondrous ways.