An agreement with an open-heart
With the Holy Breath
A discussion that I dread to start
For I dread my death
The innocence of Holy God
The goodness of the King
I fear I am myself a fraud
And betrayal will I bring
My soul has not stopped shivering
Though that's not its form
For I see the Just delivering
Of hellfire and high storm
Yet the face of God looks at me
The face of Christ the Lord
Bloodied body hung on a tree
"With this you are my ward!"
An agreement with an open-heart
With the Holy Breath
A transformation, eager to start
Beginning with my death
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
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