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!