Sinning and scorning
Abandoning the way
Staining the vessel
Shaping the clay
Vile and aggression
Rejoicing in devil’s play
Frozen and broken
Chipping the rock heart away
Till there is nothing
Partaking in the bounties
Blind to Divine array
Autumn comes, leaves begin to fall
Collect your grain
Harvest is headed your way
An empty basket
A heart of lead
Time to face the furnace
The heat I may sway
But now I realize
The torment
Is Your keeping me away.
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