Lord, melt this rebel heart with strings of steel,
May fire soothe the prison bars of ice,
May falsehood-fattened lips consume the real,
The sight of faith replace the groping dice.
For You embrace me, You who know my words
Before I form their image in my mind,
Before I take the wings of flighty birds,
Ahead you know my path, and it behind.
Where can I run with many hundred horse,
To gallop from Your all-embracing love?
If Heav’n anoints the finish of my course,
If Hell consumes the horrid end thereof,
Run from Thee fast, my soul will to turn to find,
You are my love, in heart and soul and mind.
-Tyler William O’Neil
-February 6, 2010