Hannah Capps
Let the Redeemed of the Lord Say So
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- Jan 29, 2006
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You've passed, and the world has gone frigid. Wounds won't mend; leave this head. Released from anguish?
Sour rose prayer trade places? Eden is far away.
Biting fish line hooks the heart, splitting cracks. Left jagged edges.
Still here? Why? Out of all the heartbreak? Aerial efforts infertile?
No bother, strangled vines—useless lifelines brutal, effortless, fearless, yet fallen.
Herein is this patient saint's final request. Carve out, 'Rest well, little one; I tried till the end.'
Sour rose prayer trade places? Eden is far away.
Biting fish line hooks the heart, splitting cracks. Left jagged edges.
Still here? Why? Out of all the heartbreak? Aerial efforts infertile?
No bother, strangled vines—useless lifelines brutal, effortless, fearless, yet fallen.
Herein is this patient saint's final request. Carve out, 'Rest well, little one; I tried till the end.'
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