Stand
My being here before thy faith,
a signifying turn of wait
Oh, halt the time within, not hate
the staleness, nor the sameness state.
And gratify me not with rate
that I am bettering by gate,
I tend to own not, that I fate
my real self's owning of abate.
A giving wield, a blessing's mate,
that Godly given finds relate.
His helping hand does indicate,
my soul's true stand in thy debate!
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