Do we as mortals thrive within broken spirit?
These thoughts I found within me pondered;
to take the wheel with which to steer it
and drive it till it be all but squandered?
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Be this the reason for my jilting
when all I have is right and good?
I think these things with heart thats wilting
and leaning from the things it should.
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What prayer to pray now by these waves?
The same of which I’ve said before?
Some good may do. My soul it craves…
Yet there the light beneath the door!
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A reddish and a dimly thing
with a whisper naught but lies
and I, with feeble hands, do cling
despite my many tries.
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Now I find myself, back to dusk
with a whispy and blinded eye;
For shame wishes me but a husk
or something just fit to die.
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Perhaps love be too sweet a fruit
that my tongue cannot bear the taste?
Yes, maybe these gifts are but a suit
that I desire to remove with haste.
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Yet, even now my embittered soul
does yearn to call out to His name!
Even now this heart is a coal
with a desperate plea for Spirit flame.
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Oh God, why I, the breaker force?
Like tide and this wave eroding sand…
What hope have I when no divorce
and still I wear that filthy band?
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Oh decent Savior! Grace feels so very far
behind some old and ancient wall.
Perhaps a hand… or side with scar
could make it finally fall!
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Yet now I sit, once all dust has settled
feeling that fool-sorry sting.
Grace does remain, though flesh has nettled;
Its place to fill, a wistful thing…
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Will I return then to that wandering place
after such a thought as this?
Or will I finally rest beneath His face
within that stream of bliss…
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-L.C. Magnus
Bearlee Afloat 