Curve
This honing, chance does curve ~ is still within me
that love's advance does glorify not sinning
excites me more, as fellowship in winning
invites explore, a grace convicting inning.
This onward, toward ~ God's censure then beginning,
is some reward for waiting out the pining.
A Heaven's ford, I love more from divining,
than hustling, scored, and then without a meaning.
My love, take floor ~ thee make my worth more seeming,
as curve is poured, within the Earth to reaming,
your curve does spore to resolute all dreaming,
and fills with forward, reunion a convening.
This curve of life is you, my own for gleaning
as God's restored, to end all wrong't demeaning.
No thought of hoard, does hover with it's scheming,
this curve, as Lord, keeps reaching for thy leaning.
As prayer does moor ~ I pray for love's redeeming.
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