My child, there once was a time
when I was like you, when whiskers
were only a day-dream sublime--
You dream of growing up, right?
My son, I never wanted it this way,
but the Maker chose a surrogate
to be your guide, to break the day--
Remember the Master made the night?
My friend, His words are true,
the Way is sure, the Door is pure,
the Life your spirit will renew;
Remember the Bread given for you?
My brother, the time draws near
to abandon the fears and ways
of a child, and to climb the hill and bear
the cross of the silent Lamb.
My love, you have the slightest
clue to the depth of my love--
but even I cannot copy the best:
the Lover died for His bride!
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