Please, Jesus, strip away the woolen veil
That hinders his faint eyes from seeing you,
Though stripping come as hell’s dark hosts assail
His fledgling heart and break all he thought true.
Though sight may come through violent, raging blasts
That serve to penetrate the walls he’s raised
Surrounding his dark soul, his soul hold fast;
Destroy the walls that he might see and praise!
© 2011 Eric Evans