Breathing to death
Peradventure, shall I end sore travail for awhile to sojourn,
Resting betwixt content perfected next to that which I am also sent,
Fervent in prayers, for who is able to straighten what He made bent?
Eagerly awaiting so no mistakes are making that may represent, anxiety is expelled and counted absent,
For verily does a multitude of sins hinder and prevent,
His rebuke and chastisement compliment
His covenant as He chips,
nags and pulls at me, all
For mine own benefit, as
His subtle truth, "whispers most vehement,"
For thus I may in no wise stand alongside silenced by but head on collide
As unto my fellows I vent,
As unto my Savior, repent,.....
For as I live, I do to show Him glory,
For me unto death do I yearn to tell His story.
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