They roll and drop
One at a time, they fall
With each fall, you pop-
Up and my name you call.
They doll my faith.
Thinking my rumblings and pleas,
A wonder positioned tenth.
But to you my pole, my soul clings
You my pole,
Subsequently, my ever true poll,
You're my role.
Subserviently, my ever true troll?
You're my level ground.
You and I forever bound.
Its written, words unsound
But written, truth so pronounced
I'm your love
It's me you love
I'm no dove
But you're for me, a white dove
Crucified, beaten and mocked,
uplifted, beautified and magnified.
through it all, am defined
my life, so purified.
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