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