Devote
Shame me, hate me; throw me
down on the threshing floor.
Do what'ere needs to be
to hurt me to my core.
Throw me to the open sea,
Or shoo me out the door.
Make me pay a violent fee
Till my riches have no more.
Take my happiness and my glee.
Perhaps beat me till I'm sore.
Lock me up and throw the key;
And my wish for food, ignore
But i will never plea
to a cause i do abhor.
For from God's side I'll never flee
To the way I was before.
Copyright © Amber Bloom | Year Posted 2016
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