Desire Death Doth the Weak
Desire death do those with weakness,
For present circumstances.
To climb the face of life is meekness:
Behold all of God’s chances.
With calloused hands in deep gray nooks, it’s meek to climb.
To rest is one step next to death,
Not rest from work, but rest to dwell
In furlongs of failures, for faith is forgiven.
Because these burdens bring expectations
No earthly man nor woman could fell.
So, lest the hungry rocks below be fed,
Grapple north! Nerve lazy ligaments!
Long not nervous eyes on bottom bed,
Gripping vocal chords cry loud instruments!
Like the slimy kinds of wriggling worm
Is rottenness inside our being,
Oh, I am most aware.
Bite lying tongues and spring new form
By blood (the Spirits bringing)
‘Fore Heaven’s royal chair.
He purposed you to not dwell and fall
And spite His gift He gives for all,
Nor long loathe innard selfish stall
That kills again all-died-for men.
Hoist those bones and pray- amen.
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