MightyMaker

My Mighty Maker,

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Just because I cried and the cry didn't dry my eyes,
And that I merely tried and failed, am assured HE didn't deny his hand,
For when it was rough and tough to show love, HE manifested it in fullness,
As for now I just can't enough of HIM,
For when mist and fog tames my serenity,
And my dawns are flawed of dews and sealed of severe colds,
As hold folding in amputation of desires of what I deserve,
I eye up to the sole INSTRUCTOR, The MAKER,
For with great boldness am assured of his affirmity,
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When the sun shapes out in the western,
And in worries I seem and sound not worthy the name son,
As my world seems damn stale loaded with darkness,
Am reminded of Him who made everything lit the other day,
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When all ways seem devoid of destination,
And its muddy and rough all round and hold stranded,
The convictions of shortcuts that you have always paved keeps me pressing,
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When am also censured and fears steams hard having my conscience torn,
And days and nights my eyes are wells of tears,
Am reminded of the joy and freedom that took everything well,
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For I consider myself a treasure bought with the biggest measure,
No fracture, No curvature since the care endures in endless surveillance,
I Mean ...No torture nor voucher because I have matured in fullness,
AM beyond culture, and for now and even future am nurtured in the steadiness of the saviour,
The Vulture just murmurs with his mere tricks to track me in my major maker,
Neither nature nor Leisure makes his goodness turn to filthiness,
He is Mighty, Holy, got no substitute nor complement and HIS love is beyond alphabetical explanation

© Stevens wAN