(2 Cor 10:5)
this golden snitch
of fancy flies
up and away
out of my clasp
and though I reach
and strive to grasp
my secret soul
still wills it stay
beyond my reach
just one more day
lest it, in chains
be forced to bow
to christ
sar 2008
holy father,
adjust my heart and strengthen my will that I may take captive every thought for obedience to Christ.
amen.
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