PS 18
We have made it here
Despite all self-inflicted
I know it's been much
We've made it this far
You must have a plan for me
Why else would we come/you save?
This season quiet
It seems the quiet of peace
I must adjust to
They ask me for work
Give me rest in your graces
Even as I do
That in your goodness
I keeping laying down my head
Each night, every night
The battle far off
Though in a sense it is here
Without and within
Be clear when it ends
Leave no ambiguity
It is distasteful
Raise me to my place
The seat that you have for me
With praise, and Amen.
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