Poems ✍️

10.09.2026

35

Author: Herbert Nehrlich

Rock Of Ages (Modified)

Nothing in my hand I bring
hanging loose, the little thing.
Naked have you look at me
as I treasure what I see.
Quickly to thy fount I fly
let me enter or I'll die.

Devotion vulnerability surrender longing

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