Full of turmoils wandering sea and treacherous path
full of thieves.
Cast long and hard upon with threatening messes
must we impart a joy. A pride and privledge goes afore us , as in His stead.
I press out languishing refreshments into palms upturned for mortal help
but none may come , for we must push aside our mortal trust.
Stare into eyes not our own and be restored.
Crushed hard from dust to dust
what else must we endure that He has not ?
Singularly brother and sister Godly counsel is a warming meal
but wholly surrender to Him , for though we promise bare anothers burdens
so sorely missed we this goal..we glory in Him alone.
There is nothing yet to offer but your heart
and body keep.
As Jacob wrestled this we must, from joy to sorrow, from sorrow to joy
working out our sweetest love.
I am content to stay
alone or with a few
but I know where with my hope does only lie
and happiness fills me with great resolve
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