________
For Ernyn
All these feelings
I can’t name
All this discontent
Too many folks
I could blame
But my back’s still bent
Far too much force
In this wrecking ball
How I long to stand
But I just fall
Oh, how I’m glad
To proclaim
Grace is not nameless
How love is not
Contingent
Upon performance
How God’s embrace
Has a face
Forever pointing
Toward
Us.
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