Sunday, February 14, 2016

The Fight

Exhaustion hits with a new blow

a seed
dark it sows

and sadness swirls
though My sweet Savior
hurls
it quickly past

so why does my spirit
seem to fade so fast
why do I find
no hunger for him
when prior
those unholy thoughts would swim

lust is the devils friend
and with matrimony

comes death
to what used to be our breath

and so we fight
and hold tight
to the beautiful right

to now become one.

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