Onward

What morose affirmation what Godly thought's attain that I am in contrition mostly from Thy remain. The past consoles, conditions tomorrows still acclaim and can I bind perdition simply because I aim. Oh Love, beside some wholeness I reach as if mundane concern could stifle dullness of man's pursuit for gain. I know by looking inward I see thee, not profane and closeness has no effort in jeopardizing's strain. That ease of truth's instilling is etched in my domain the self with inhibition converse to know thy claim. My God lead me to strict shun of else of its proclaim as only faith's religion holds hope by its restrain., And I am going onward to love thee as God's reign does love creation's heeding I heed thee, train by train.