Fall
Grafting consequence, a staid consign
attendant not, my will in thine.
My conscience springing thee as mine
no watching's wait to feel entwine~
It's standing as myself in all
to thee, a grace and Godly stall
then so, it's standing trouble's haul,
and patience through some nuisance'd lull.
A loosening of false billing's maul
that stale control that random scrolls
as if its merit were enthrall
my heart in trust sees God's recall.
The victory claim as reaching ~ small
ne'er so, away from drain's appall,
faith's virtue glorifies extol
with purpose, God's for ours ~ not fall!
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