Answer
That leading's struggle, scened mundane
in day to day, coerced restrain,
I hold my ground, as if to claim
thy own indenture, in remain
as force for good, by God's proclaim.
And to my soul, a living seine
that pulls some justice to domain
of livelihood, seditious, main.
I trust my effort, not of gain,
but in thee truth, unselfish strain.
Some quality, convincing, plain
that commonness in worth's attain -
resultant, but from rigor's aim.
Consorting not, with bribery's feign,
that brings to wit, some covets name.
In prayer with thee, I ask as though
a personable bask would leave me vain,
and perish of console's adjust,
as hope in wonder could explain,
obliterating wronged of us!
The Lord, His answer be acclaim -
ennobling ...as the winds of thrust!
Copyright © Paula Larson | Year Posted 2005
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