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Compete, against that is in me,
Easy was not to for pardon plea,
Here I wrestled and tried to pass,
As ghost of some past contests us.

He not decides that us here stops,
But indeed sees all that now traps,
I needed You to point out the spot,
Then I can hit a shot right on a dot.

As pretense fancy the senseless,
All might despite, else was less,
What goes around comes around,
In I forbidden forming compound.

Courage coming to regain,
Lifted by Your love, yet again,
Mistaken cause of then replace,
That had me running in place.

As unwell here is that us infects,
Fixing the defects, as it dissects,
Loosening from so stern a grip,
That of all else us comes to strip.

Pierced, suddenly it ceased,
Night rises as from water mist,
Once I was part of the disease,
Yet my best they didn’t decease.

Anti-venom was of venom part,
Here once I found an ancient dart,
Of sins a sum, by it I must learn,
In scuffles for these time’s stern.

Spindle unspins, leaving I clean,
As the air enters, back so serine,
There must be more I can give,
This was too real not to believe!
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Unmarked this occasion realize,
That I can size not with my eyes,
As a course takes I to a source,
Soul consumes pursuit of a force.

While new truth all tried invent,
Yet life on futile will not be spent,
I will show you that life is not,
Up He can’t bring those caught!

There is nothing else to prove,
There is none else to approve,
By the cross, hand down as so,
And across, nothing else can go.

As close as I want You to be,
Yet indeed closer then any,
Perfect love, gentle is Master,
Out of thought that us cluster.

None to impress but truth confess,
Filled with meaning I try express,
Words I leave are from another,
Here still belonging to the Father.

Your hands in I built churches,
While heart for answer searches,
Crumbling grief here to reveal,
And thrill that such could heal.

Without expectation I observe,
We can get all that we deserve,
Be still my strength, great feel,
As a pause essence did reveal.

Truth they elude, wrong conclude,
Fearful intrude on all that is good,
Trial experience unmistaken traces,
Is far from thought world embraces.

Few receive orders from high place,
By rest to see if on they grace I trace,
Seed so peculiar is so hard to plant,
That I grant, everything to I meant.
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After mourning occasion, in wonder,
Then back in church of holly mother,
This time not full of activity, in fact,
To her remains I wish pay respect.

Joyous, by previous revelation,
I enter in a burst of jubilation,
Made to mirror of universe be,
Then her bones did become me.

As soon as I enter, whiteness intense,
I feel enormity of her gentleness,
Such kindness, suddenly I wallow,
Overwhelmed by colossal sorrow.

Abruptly I burst to tears, in distress,
Hiding my face, I wish unnoticed pass,
My heart wants to burst out my chest,
I can’t believe this hit, left in unrest.

Stirred by anguish concerned,
That this woman has endured,
Overbearing is a load bestowed,
Paying the debt, else have owed.

I seek to sit, as if about to dissolve,
This is insane, she is without resolve!
Her loss so horrific, it is so great,
In her bones to on I here radiate.

Overwhelmed by relief, then turned,
With the world gravely concerned,
Shamed by all filed with grief,
All thought gone, in moment brief.

This shock, evermore in I innate,
What could be worse, I only state,
Nothing for it could compensate,
Although without trace of hate.

Never have I with any so commiserated,
Never have I felt so helpless and faded,
Never, then here with she that loved so,
That so gentle kept, had to let go.
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Here facing of truth inspection,
Not without energy, inclination,
Thought not devoid of feeling,
Revealing, layers it is pealing.

Somewhere deep in its light is I,
I’ll ask that knows exactly why,
Taking ability further each day,
Unexplored that in us may stay.

Beneath the heavy this cover,
To decipher that runs us over,
Once loyal to a wrong master,
Our disaster on I to plaster.

I here as if forced against us,
Pain that only You made pass,
I take from He, to give to thee,
By only Thee I be more then me.

My heart to all of this belongs,
Until bursts that for light longs,
Pushing off some heavy press,
By all that I here had to confess.

Peace by peace of this, to rest,
Release that lays on my chest,
Behind me is a black hole sun,
Where all shadows are gone.

Digging this ground in I, as I must,
Tearing out lies in that we trust,
For presence that us does cleanse,
For chance, for presence immense.

Now extending down, furthermore,
Does else fits there I need be sure,
With You I began to dig the rough,
Wondering when I said enough.

Duty calls to achieve another goal,
And save that remains of our soul,
Taken is engraving on the stone,
That picks a bone is not my own.
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