Fruits of Faith
I have seen a king dance
Before his King, his clothes
Stripped off and laying him
Bear for the earth .
Yet he had no shame, his face turned
Heaven ward ignoring the view of men.
In temple a woman lay
Crying for a door to open,
Though no error she bore
Only a heart with deep desire,
An exchange for every tear was
Given, and then delight found
It self sweeping off her wounds.
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