Transfiguration

LEAH BOHN

As a bride adorned!
Ah! Truth, I too would be
Adorned, transformed,
With radiant purity.

Then drop the garments, long outworn,
Of fruitless faiths, and turn
Thy eager eyes upon the truth
Thy humble heart would learn.
With pure desire, unselfed, divine,
Rejoicing, thou shalt see
God hath already clothed each child
With Truth's own purity.

Ah! Love, I long to love
With Christ's dear tenderness.
And in a world made pure and whole,
Find my true holiness.

Then walk above the world's cruel sea
Of enmity. For there
God's love awaits—enough to lift
A weary world of care.
And lifting other tired hands
Thine own will ever bless:
A living love dispels earth's fears
With Christ's own tenderness.

Ah! Life, immortal, tender, true,
I seek Thy sovereignty.
To be because Thou art, would be
A conscious unity.

Then still the echoes, vain, untrue,
That speak of death and fear.
Thy God is Life! Each word of Truth
His voice assuring, "I am here"!
Reflecting God's own constancy
Thou canst not less than constant be.
Thus thought, divinely pure, becomes
The bride, adorned by God, for thee.

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