Thou Art My Art

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By Isaac Coronel

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God give me rest.

My heart is with pain.

I move with strain,

My hand aches upon my chest.

 

My mind so stressed,

I seek thee so gold.

Nay wealth behold,

Dost know my life with you blessed?

 

Thou Art my Art

To the end of days.

My eyes do daze,

But with you, heals my heart.

 

Thank you, my Art

For thine love so true,

Since such are few

To bring us home where we start.

 

How sad we leave,

To separate far

Beyond, my star.

No cure the same when to grieve.

 

But I’ll hold thee

Close to my spirit.

This love can’t split

So long as I do believe.

 

For Thou art my Art...

Thou Art my Art...

Art my Art...

My Art...