Maybe on Fasting

Glory

In stress and loss
His hand comes down
With his wrist a toss
That brings the sound
Mercy unending, grace sufficient.

Condemnation is no delight
Overcoming is always sent
His breath sets to flight
My soul will always repent
Mercy unending, grace sufficient

My soul lusts for more
Desiring pleasure in body, mind. I vent
Frustration that grounded in love
Enabled me to be fully bent
In stress and loss my crown.

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