Filter

And so affection seeks to wane without faith's holding on in vain. I hold my thought in context's aim to some adjustment, love's contain. As filtering truth, I filter feign so glories honor fits thy name. I filter solace, peace maintain no purpose hollow, thee might claim. As all in all, I filter rain that burdens thee in thy domain. I filter sunshine to thy gain that warming fortress wiles proclaim. But of consent in truth, abstain from wrong's direction, sin's refrain. In purpose forward, lift the stain that all creation borders main. I filter love, as heaven's reign would speak of time, in season's crane. I filter rhyme to message plain the words of why I love, explain. But more the more, I pray, restrain the thought that God would see me slain to ended spill of courage ~ drain where ever more imparts a swain ~ Who answers heart . . . then turns again!