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By
B. Echols © 2004
Shades and shadows of
hue cover me,
And in the mist I see the horizon of my iniquities covering
Your splendor,
But your spirit seems to linger….
I just don’t understand…
Rescued from a torment so tremendous,
From a persecution so great,
And time after time,
I still wrestle with my fate.
You have given so much
and
I so little in return,
For in my own selfish desires and
Evil lust I seek to burn.
Spinning at times my
own web
Of deception…
Rendering power to my own
Misconceptions…
Of who you are,
What you will be…
Or which side of me you choose to see…
Despite my own confusion,
There is much more to you…
To the depth of your love,
To the height of your being,
To the breadth of your soul,
And to the discretion of your seeing.
Beyond my fleshly exterior,
You scope the interior.
Holding and molding me,
In spite of all I have done.
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