Formation
Honesty blankets the sour taste left
That positions itself between conscience
To the right of promise beside honor
Behind targets farther from wonder and grace
Closer to our faith we fail to act on.
Remembering that we are dust...
A sour taste face frowns like what we meant
But our meaning sits like our faith is false
Poured in goes the sauce affecting our need
Damaging our seed causing his distrust
We stay in lines switched up lacking patience.
Remembering that we are dust...
Palming the land with unwashed hands waist deep
In a spine filled creek emerging with hope
Enduring hates grope our thirst can be cured
Our thought will be pure our backs set straight
By wonder and grace by means of his will.
For he well knows how we are formed...
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