God Is My Mask
Night comes to relieve morning duty's pain,
That surely dissappear when down to bed
Before dawn announce its recurrent chain...
Time binds me with; keeps lightly, heavy head.
I wonder how smooth,
Sometimes the day runs...
Which ought be hectic,
But grace covers up.
Like chaff in the wind, worrying lost its place
To calm silence, ease promotes on my chest.
How soon it disappeared without bare trace;
Its roaring disturbance been laid to rest.
Faith's weapon does soothe
With easiness, stuns...
Yet seems electic
To redeem up.
Pride in money; love in trust, both ends hell.
Mark of respect; beast of lust, both marks vain.
For none without permission dare runs well,
Even when passion leads any off pain.
Keep growing through past,
Fighting speech's freedom...
When law blinds justice,
To stage caring heart.
Peace surely heals; war is ever wounded.
Right never fall; wrong stands per chance lay down...
When courage digressed, fairly bounded
Tears ever end gratitude- ingrate clown.
While growing real fast,
A matured forum;
Right-wrong armistice,
Tears not such apart.
On God I mask my s, defeats and wrong.
In him I have found deep love, joy and cheers
Despite how much more sins I hide in song...
He never forsake to forgive my tears.
Oh, my feelings shout!
What my wrongs ought spoil,
His grace mask throughout...
Each day doubt paints toil.
Hallelujah
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