Pounding to outlive another date,
Scabs and bash scratch like a fringe,
Shell my smile to shelter the frail,
Yet citizens deem and take it,
I mislaid tally of the currents,
That clouted my cheek on both banks,
If you can do it for me,
I would be pleased,
But that won’t end the furor inside,
Neither sort, nor shrink,
Of all I clutch You adjacent to my spirit,
A voice so definite that I heed each time,
You never leave me,
I know You won’t,
My eyes can breathe in war at Your beside,
Peace You give beyond than what I ask,
Take me across the river,
My faith is in You.
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