Mark

Oh, fetish line and grace divine the narrow thinking of the mind dispels content, and opens bind conditioning its arrow's find! How hurt portrays life's endless maze while comfort beacons, there to praise. Oh, suffer shame, my silence name as love in Thee, and yet acclaim! How space does wind, and distanced faith so far between, we once were chaste, with heart's fulfilled, our sins erased now buttressed fiendly by distaste! Forgive my sight, the captive fear, while all about me follows near insane regret - 'its not my cheer, but only bending of my ear! Forgive again - thy blight this hark, and let me listen as in park, the small slight message Thee embark, from all the noise of useless mark!