The Answer

You've become an inseparable part Of Christ's own care and sacred pain, Yet phantoms of sin's false art Return to your heart again…

Prayer becomes a fleeting measure, And God's Word no longer calls… The first bright feeling loses treasure In life's harsh, consuming squalls.

Your faith becomes unstable, shaken, Your heart no longer holds its breath— Perhaps, then, you have been forsaken, Leaving that sinful life of death?

Oh no! Hear this? Truth unadorned For those who shall receive the crown: The weeds of sin, though ever scorned, Break through the stones of hearts cast down…

The Lord's burden is no burden! One hand cannot bear the weight. A cup that's full cannot be hardened— It cannot hold one drop, however slight!

Deep down you know the truth's foundation, Exchanging hours for eternity. Sinful joy brings brief elation… But Eternity grows distant, you see!

And if your heart beats with unease, And yesterday's light starts to fade— Sinful joy may bring you peace, But blessed sin cannot be made!

Bow down before the Image Radiant— He loves more tender than a mother. And fill your image with His gradient Of grace—His answering love, His other!