Journey
Eternal wandering, laboring but at scythe
my thought seemed everlasting, saying ~ "I've"
abiding in thy softest grace, found live
that journey ~ taking fault, by its contrive.
Still journeying ~ that a destination's strife
might empty and compare its factored rife,
love empties not ~ nor jeers to emphasize
some latent hope, forgiveness realized ~
Thee, as my hope ~ His journey have arrived!
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