Alexandria

Child of God, Heaven's hands shelter thou
From the cruelness of Hell, and all that will allow.
Seraphs will forever covet thou solemn psalms,
But why must they, when thou open thine cherished palms?
Even thou, enamored by God as thou are,
Do deplete the seraphs of their hearts, so afar.
Beautiful, canorous melody, escaping thine lips,
As a Nightingale with wings God regrettably clips.

Fly away, youthful one, His arms are agape.
But will thou come home, or will thou escape?
God holds thou tightly, frightened by what thou may
Create within thyself if left into the fray.
A perfect creation as thyself be, in God's hands thou must remain
even if His carefulness will make thou vain.
To be without Thou, O Lord, thinkest me not,
A Love like this, like Thou, can never be bought.