To Trust
I walked beyond the ease of youth,
and refused the prosperity
given to an ignorant mind.
Over years you revealed the truth;
every heart morbidly aligned,
leaves nothing seen with clarity,
lapses into vulgarity.
Utter disgust seeps out of me,
spiritually I now see.
Convicted a past void and dead,
carved sand dunes of Indian red.
The one way back, God's call will sing
a new impassioned coloring,
it will always cost everything.
In every season of a loss,
get back up to lean on The Cross.
Written in the books of Heaven,
three hidden measures of leaven.
Belief begins to underwrite
the end of sorrows — have to trust,
to endure and finish the fight,
hanging onto your word, I must.
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