Lack
Giving wander to profane
indifference as some life might claim
and being not of faith's exchange
I look away, as if restrain
did hamper my concern in plain
regard, no upset, no explain!
And word of honor seems mundane
agreeable but all in vain!
God sense my fault, in thee proclaim
amend not agitation's strain.
Accuse my mourning's breached complain
intact of wordless cause' constrain.
With bench less lack, not righteous, lame ~
plead love, as justice for thy name!
Copyright © Paula Larson | Year Posted 2006
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