I'd rather the curse of illness come
Than the curse of living in gaudy aplomb
I'd rather the curse of pain ever last
Than let my sins against God be amassed
My arrogance, greed, sloth, lust, and wrath
My envy that'd destroy the narrow path
That leads to the humble God that saved me
By dying a dog's death on the tree
That leads to the majestic God who sees me
To the loving God who offers mercy
I'd rather be cursed by death
Than curse God with my breath
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
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