Now I long,
To be, to belong.
For I never craved to possess
Until More Washed ashore,
And I knew I had less.
Now I long,
To be, rid of wrong.
For no sin springs to life
Until more
You explore,
And Good becomes rife.
Now I long,
To be, be as strong.
For no wish brings The Love
Until more
I adore
The Father above.
Now I long,
To be, be among.
For I shall seek to progress
Until more
Than before
I Divine Love possess.
Copyright 1999 Mark Kramer