Strive

Neither prey nor pawn nor life before the awn soul's bitterness conforms ~ forlorn to mediocrity before the dawn! Contentment strives to grace its mother's arm I strive not so ~ objecting from within I strive to nullify complacent win in my demeanor, hope could live again! While nuturing, begrudged is tilled by sin ~ I seek the straighter path, filled by chagrin. It's emptying of the vein ~ the heart rescinds and wait upon fulfillment ~ faith's commend! Rewarding so, truth's narrowing by extend the bearing's seal does function only lend. No certainty, God's will to comprehend the bravery of the call ~ discretion's bend! Concert with fault's appalling, seek no end, so strive . . . the minister's falling is contend!