Heaven is in debt . . .

Heaven is in debt . . .

In grief I walked down to the seaside:
there my pain could still feel the alarm,
"Heaven save my soul" in agony I said,
for this reproach may cause me no harm.

Woe! to my Judas and his chariots;
my faith is greater than your gold;
upon your table my ghost shall feed not:
everlasting wrath shall thy tent uphold.

Do I swim this sea or do I curse it?
No help forth and back, the air is sad...
Do i raise an altar here or burn this town?
No comfort, no brave lead: a soul is down,

The distress I face now can build walls,
Oh, this agony is rottening my marrows;
My flesh is becoming a chaff... that i see!
Here, I wait, grind and die... how long will it be?

Yes, death I fear not, dust was i once;
in paradise, lifeless lived this body once;
so righteous was man, but now sin rules:
I shall take this coal and bear its hotness.

My bones are cracking down in fear
but, with heavy eyes i sweep the sea;
and sailing my hope underneath a boat:
surely, "Heaven is indebted"... to my ghost.

This road I sojourn I shall succeed,
the rags I wear today will clean my shoes tomorrow:
then shall have Heaven paid in full;
and my stars shall succinctly glow.

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