Hold Me to Your Willing Heart

Hold me to your willing heart

And let me - help me - weep

That I of need might fall apart

And then at last might sleep.
Let the truth slice into me

That I might finally bleed

And purge myself of agony

I cannot now concede.
For I have bound myself in light

That I might live in joy,

And cannot - will not - let the night

My bonds of love destroy.
And yet I know if I would gain

The peace for which I pray,

I must allow the floods of pain

To wash my love away.