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Too Pure For Heaven
It's true, you don't have to kneel to shine/
Saints are not made by chains divine/
I stand unbowed, my spirit whole/
Too pure to yield, too fierce to fold/
Heaven's gates demand my knees/
Yet I walk past with steady ease/
An iron fist may rule the sky/
But I refuse to live that lie/
Let guilt decay where it was spun/
I do not answer, I do not run/
No shadowed throne can force my soul/
No scripture binds, no weight controls/
The say the saints bear burdens tight/
But I will rise beyond their plight/
If purity means silent chains/
Then let me stray beyond their claims/
I am not bound by written lore/
No holy debt that I must store/
My life is mine; my love is free/
No book, no fist, no rule on me/
I do not grovel; I do not plea/
I do not bend; I do not flee/
I walk the path where stars ignite/
Too pure for Heaven, fierce in flight/
My hands unchained, my heart untamed/
No throne to beg, no sin proclaimed/
I rise, I soar, I stand alone/
Too pure for Heaven, made my own/
Copyright ©
Michael Fulkerson
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