Stinging pain and striving all my days
Seamless pride. Your essence escapes me
I turn my eyes from You.
Where’s my rescue?
Placing Your placid hand upon the crest of my back
Your whisper is sweet to my ear.
Pray head to what You say
For You speak the deepest secrets of my heart.
Clenched soul and fist full of dissent.
Where’s my rescue?
Fractured and dysfunctional. Incapable of reprieve
Yet Your judgment is filled with compassion
My lips speak words which my soul does not agree.
So we dance under this cloak of civility.
I’m broken and beaten and worthless to You.
Swiftly come, for You are my rescue.
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