Resolution

Oh yes, I am resolved. Resolved to heal and not to wound, to listen more than answer back, to be more balm than stringent sound to friend, or foe when they attack. Ah yes, I am resolved, to think myself not more exalted, more worthy of a higher place, no guile beside my name reported, no hiding of my truest face. Steadfast, sure, is this resolve, to not befriend this hostile world, to turn and bend and be conformed. To rather burnish tarnished gold, redeem, renew and be transformed. Yes, oh yes, I am resolved. For me there is no turning back, a steadfast rock in every hour. But oh, this power I surely lack. To will, to do, and not fall back Lies only in my Lord's great power.