Never Love With All Your Heart, It

We Were Not Made To Eternally Weep.

Ever At Thy Glowing Altar Must My Heart Grow Sick And Falter, Wishing He I Served Were Black.

I Have A Rendezvous With Life.

Death Cut The Strings That Gave Me Life, And Handed Me To Sorrow, The Only Kind Of Middle Wife My Folks Could Beg Or Borrow.

Lord, Forgive Me If My Need Sometimes Shapes A Human Creed.