Lost Soul's Hymn

When you fall
and none there tight to your hand
remember well
a fall shall never your end.

Remember true,
you must, a footsoldier of God,
Blessed not to do die,
yet untrusted to lie.

A gift of beyond
your Lord has given you
For you're trusted right
He knows what that is your might,

Remember you'll do what you must.

Death knows you well
Everywhere follows you, a bell.
She's never missed you bad
yet realizes that it is sad,
'No tease, mon amour,
I know that there is more.'

'I know, but duty has called.
My Lord, I trust my duty be done.
He trusts me well, entrusted me light.
I am no self-pursuit, in essence not even dulled.'

Never a fall to stray again
for after once, you know how it felt.
May you be cursed with count gifts,
remember Lord's blessing's more than a list.

Yet it all be true or not remember:
What you have allowed to seed,
follow it until breed.
May only be used by the hand of right.

Whatever you may say,
Remember Him, you may always rely
but forget why you lay.
Tuesday, February 2, 2021

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