When love beckons you, follow him
Though his ways are hard and steep
And when his wings enfold you, yield to him
Though the sword hidden amongst his pinions
May wound you.
And when he speaks to you, believe him
Though his voice may shatter your dreams
As the north wind lays waste the garden
For even as love crowns you
So shall he crucify you
Even as he is for your growth,
So is he for your pruning.
