Shift

Begetting thee ~ not from some earning's heave or wantonness, attributing its leave to need, I need thee, as my own believe to spiritual truth as Godly as the weave of grace, without the care, the intercede that sometimes sullen, hoping some retrieve will bring you near ~ and cursing all that cleave against my soul, because your closeness grieves ~ In spirit, you are claim to my bereave as wondering, had prayed, I might conceive your closeness, as an entity, our seed an everlasting holding, an exceed of furthering ~ thee bonded, my recede, were only in thy bonding, mine concede to thy faith's beauty ~ only then to lead in faith ~ my prowess longing would complete thy calling to my own ~ in Godly creed. Oh closeness ~ strive me not to so impede too closely, that I lose my spiritual read this hope from God, called love, His measuring to carnal basting ~ that man's eye does bleed to see sin's wasting glory ~ from decreed and fathom not the trust, the victory from waiting on design of calling's heed. Do shift me not, from righteous following ~ A spiritual pathway, to thee, in thee ~ plead!