Iniquity
Some braid of thought, my reason's caught,
prohibiting my grace, its ought.
Iniquity - the storm of naught
does catch my mind, then exits ...bought!
The price I pay for disarray
is grievous more than faith's relay.
A silent spring, like truth's redeem
is equity of hope's new scene!
Copyright © Paula Larson | Year Posted 2005
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