Wednesday, August 14, 2019

Eternal Blessing, Yes?

Why say never
more or never again?
What I love about myself will last forever.
What I’m in a tither
over, what pricks and gives me pain
or pleasure. Why say never
sane and ever
sore? I’ll pick up my pen
again and write that what I love will last forever.
That cripple, flashing knives to sever
my jugular and let my blood run
free, will never
lay his bony mitts on my sole endeavor.
I gain
purchase with my feet—they’ll dance forever.
My Savior, my bless’d Redeemer!
I need fear the grave
never.
I'll love myself forever.