psalmA Poem by m.s.earlyWhere they may spot my deficiency yet you are aware even of my perfection gained, atoned, reconciled in such grace though it imputed. Can my spirit serve as a prayer yet a wisp, but even a whisper carried by ascension for you? I am found a servant, humbled by desperation, illuminated by submission, dispensing by committed intent that which freely has been given. Even received by you, proven by the flesh, a reconciliation, even imputed my debts that my soul could pray forever though my shell may yet expire. Accept my psalm in its impassioned tone, my heart strings reverberating throughout the walls of my house as grateful token for the joy I am able to witness. Amen.
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