Anniversary

to be this free fills me with glee these years no beers it’s odd that God would save a knave give heart fresh start and yet to let me choose, refuse, and by self try, and curse or worse, to flail and fail, and then begin a work that jerks complete off feet, brings low to show my need indeed. but hey, the way I tried has died and now I bow to Him, my gem, (heart sighs) my prize. and think! not drink anew till you call me with thee to dine divine and raise much praise all days, always