Obedience
Imperiled, not with registries default,
God's seamless centering of my vault,
Obedience ~ holds priceless faith's result
to give away or own, my thought's assault!
Consistent cursing, ageless, spreads its malt
to thicken life's dissension, mine revolt,
the time be now no edging of occult
can bring to ruin God's plan for my consult!
Still chosen, though the voice of fate's insult
speaks erring, must stay focused on God's halt,
my enemy, injustice, rueful salt ~
does season only temperament . . . I exalt!
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