Test
I almost failed a test
handed down to me
I admitted I am often a slave
but I want to be free.
Free to be His wife
as I'd promised I'd be;
slaves don't choose their fate
accepting His ring is the key.
Not a key on a keyboard
one that calls to me
even when I sleep,
it robs my memory!
No. One that opens a gate
one that fills my heart with glee
where all my loved ones are
for all eternity.
SKB
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