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Friday, December 6, 2013

No Good Thing

Better that I love post innocence
than that love alone be pure.
tried sincerity is sweeter
tested love is sure
I would writhe in aimless reckoning
and long for nameless good
yet you teach right definitions
in letters formed by blood
that all things in You are Heaven
and apart from You are Hell
these apparent desolations
sent that I might know You well
prove the paradox of written grace
to glimpse your joyful frown
grant me freedom to embrace
"that He may raise, the Lord throws down."

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