The Love Oh Lord and will
I woke from the brokeness
hands full of dust
teeth hurt from the struggle
pits sweaty with musk
fighting my innards
my hearts wayward will
relentless this glory
a king made love his kill
looking down on my kingdom of ruin
how Ive made my life ill
emerging from my rubble
you G-d
for thine i will forever live
Christ Lord
your will
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