If I could just be one, no longer two
With me controlling me to keep me straight
Paying a toll that is forever due
And always, O always a little late.
You draw me down into the one of prayer
My mind on nothing in particular
And it is lovely, happiness as rare
Never yet known, with love’s protracted Ah!
Fall into one is to come into now,
This is the luxury of real time
To take the furrow from the oldest brow
And drench the soul in the sweet Jesus crime
Which, seen with Easter eyes, makes generous
My will beyond reach of the curious.