Twist
Some twist of fate, perhaps my own remake
in thy behalf, as providence is sake.
Some grant of error ~ wayward, endless fake
to pacify, contend fool's loving take.
As twisting, as a down would up its rake,
I pray for hope's abound, that thee not stake
too heartily what we've found in lessened break,
so love for thee resounds, with holding wake!
And twist of spirit would leave me strange by art,
that epilogue in thee, from whence did start,
when at thy side, I held thee, part by part
and we exchanged some truth, some rescues mart.
Twist love ~ Oh days to night with thee, apart
are certainty, as grace would effort smart
and prior reason keeps its place, but chart ~
'til somewhere in my faith, am losing heart.
To know thee love me dearly, as God's will
does summon courage, summons until nil ~
this twisting of resolve, thy straightening's bill
is all but love within, is all His fill!
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