Sleep

Can pity be lay
on such a creature as he
can love return
to the one not awake
his rest he loves more
his heart crys for her
but his body move not
will we look there for the truth
or go for the throat
tear out the tears
watch him run to the throne
bow he now does
soon his heart cries
falls low his eyes
in prayer he does seek
"Christ, come to me!"
"I need thee! I seek!"