the timeliness of grace & sun
has left my bitter soul
undone.

i thought God dour, sword in hand
yet spring's a song of his
command.

Lord of lovers? Lover of green
paid sin's price with sorrow
unseen.

what manner of a God is this,
granting foolish girls such
bliss?

Where is the empty Christ the world gives up?
He's gone.
Instead the Bridegroom holds a brimming cup.