The cries of the faithful

Why is it that

you have taken

so long to use me?

 
Is it because

I have

abused

misconstrued,

extrapolated

deviated

from the covenants

of grace?

 

Is there a trace of providence – left that burns within?

 

To extinguish my sins

on knees that bend

as my convictions

cry out

with diction

born of humility

forged in

the futility

of my failures

while

those

consequences

of recalcitrance

left me for dead.

 

But –


instead of

decomposition –

the unworthy

was

repositioned

on the winding paths

of a salvation

sought

by the

forsaken

now

 

rewarded for their

 

inclinations
of keeping pace

with grace.

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