Persevere

They had pulled the wool on me
Fool me twice shame on me
In my bones I know the Word I need to fear
But draped in flesh I seek a touch
Oh my itching ears

Cautious brother move on
Discernment is the mode
Never never mind the feels
Attune your itching ears

Suckle at the Word
Don't let the teachings go
Always always bind it high
Willing sheep grow tired eyes

Oh how deep this love can flow
As deep as I can care to know
Just know that what we know can grow
As we grow to love the God we know