His Tender Care Shall Bloom
Monday comes and my thoughts turn to fleeting things;
I wrestle to run from it
yet I lean on and on.
chasing the wind that brings soul resting
was far too gone.
I know I needed the things that last forever;
Not the ways of the wicket
Nor the likes of the onlookers.
Nosing around where I shouldn't be
Noting down excretion that daunt me down.
Notwithstanding the foregoing, I saw the only way the truth and the life;
To twirl around the imperishable
Adorning the unmerited favour.
Louder and clearer His tender care shall bloom.
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