Funny Triangle

Teach me, my Savior, how to set mine eyes
Above, nor aim at any earthly prize,
But on thy cross and throne my gaze be fix’d,
Ev’ry affection bent t’ward thee, unmix’d,
So I would set my steps to then be most
To workings of thy Spirit unoppos’d,
As love and joy and peace and patience be
With ev’ry other fruit matur’d in me,
Until thou liftest up this childish frame
Unto thy Father’s side and thine, thy name—
The threefold Name that yet resolves as one—
To praise, and too the vict’ry thou hast won
O’er sin and death and me. My being cries,
O teach me, Savior, how to set mine eyes.

—On Colossians 3:1-2. Completed 9/29/25.

Enjambment, a word I learned yesterday but have been using as a technique for far longer, is a wonderful tool.

Additionally, I have been trying to figure out why part of this sounds so familiar—have I been plaigarizing?—and I finally realized it is because I wrote on the same subject, and rhymed "fixed" with "unmixed," many years ago in "Prompte et sincere". I have only recently reacquainted myself with my old writing.