Middle

Obstructions here, and evil there my heart can't focus on a prayer to save thy grace, a place to share seems inner bound, impacted care. And how the ogler feels his prime by wayward drumming of his line. Incentive wanes to thy entwine adulterous, then cursing, mine! Within - a prison of sustain, I hate, and know then, thy restrain of hating ~ I am closer, sane to God's true gift of zealous main. This middle ground, this fetish, plain, I wait on 'morrow's hope, its twain and know a better life, with aim to thy return, with strength's maintain. In thee ~ a seeing all refrain is love from spirit's search again and closer to thy shore am gain to thy own kind, with trust's remain. An equity brought on by pain does fill my score with thee ~ explain!