Friday, September 5, 2008

this golden snitch

(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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