Lord
God heavenly
God
haunt me with
your
Holy Ghost
Father
who is gone
but
glorious Son
who
died before
my
birth live in me
again
and always
come
angels to
bless
my room
and
bed so they
might
wake me in
the
morning lie
beside
me as I
sleep
and fill me
only
with air you
have
breathed
petalled
mother
hear
my prayer
that
God might
see
me in your
likeness
for when
I
am with him I
think
only of
the
Lord
I
shall not want gold
for
the copper crown
greens
with age and I
am
metal in your love
praise
the sacred
heart
the pierced
and
hanging heart
that
still must beat
for
everything
that
lives
praise
the treacherous
heart
the collapsible
heart
that must love
everything
alive
and
dead
— Lily Goderstad