Battered is my heart, three personed God; for I
Cannot take it any more.
Staves and maces could not leave worse bruises, but die
I cannot also. Please show me the door.
O Lord, I have searched, high and low,
But that only left me wondering, oh why, oh why,
You have left me walled in this cruel cage? As though
You wish my heart to desiccate and dry.
You showered my with promises
Of great things, of wonders immeasurable;
But I only wish for one, out of these million roses.