The Grind
The Life
Our Requests
Are Striked
The Waiting
The Patience
Our Happenstance
Now Fretting
Tasks To Do
Duties Here
Yet Stymied Now
Hedged Everywhere
The Struggle
The Curse
Out Of Eden
It Couldn’t Get Worse
Sometimes Answers
Are Not The Answer
But Forced Time With Him
Brings Us Ransom
Subject to Death
At Any One Time
Yet We Do Forget
And Focus On His Rhyme
We Stay Close
Get Even Closer
God Brought In
The Best Shelter
We Do Good
We Do Sin
Yet On Balance
Do We Win?
There Is No Good
None Have Done
In Vain We Awake
Early To Run
Humble Yourself
See The Line
Where We Finish
Every Knee In Kind
We Shall All Bow
And Do Confess
Jesus Is Lord
Forget The Rest
rKw Jr 22.01.22
Robert Kelly b 1965
A Christian Poet
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