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In Abbey Ruins Long Forgot

In ruins long forgot by time,
In roofless castle stone,
I speak my prayers unto the night,
And God’s own name intone.

The ghosts that knew the host above,
In bright coordination—
Lost in shadows, void of love,
In sorry desolation.

O children of the morning star!
With bodies lost in time!
Pray spend thy love on God again,
Up in His starry clime!

Though hell is home and woeful dark,
The God we know endures,
He loves us true, with teary eyes,
And hope, His gift, procures.

Though devils bare their teeth of frost,
And spiteful chill the heart,
Pray lift thy weary head again,
And play thy merry part.

The lion in thee wakes anon,
With bravery and might,
Arousing thy audacious core,
In this forgotten night.

The sun has carved thy name in gold!
Upon the vault of day,
So wend again a holy walk,
And quit this shadow play.

Let the rumbling of the pit,
Not draw thy gaze to dust,
But put thy store in heaven’s shore,
And Yeshua entrust!

Behold the moon’s endearing smile!
Enticing thee to sing!
In chorus with her voice of silk,
And worship gladly bring.

In shadows ee’n love awakes,
And lights the chasm stark,
Ignite thy step with purity,
And quit these doldrums dark.

To hope when hope would seem in vain,
When blackness grips the mind,
And every shadow haunting bleak,
Would strike thee as unkind.

Come rouse an unknown source of life!
A fountain of good grace,
And pour that water in thy lips,
And hearten thy sad face.

The son of God is faithful fair,
And never grudges thee,
His love the softness of the dove,
A precious mystery…

AD Lovkis, 12/08/25