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I Will

I will His pleasure be.
The luscious holiness of His gaze will silence my armies.
My cruel boredom and apathy will fall asleep, 
waking pleasantly as a lifted voice
of desire for wholeness.
I will His pleasure be.
Crawling out of the mud
to dress in royal white as a bridal song.
Leaving everything that had me bound
to carry His weight till His kingdom more fully come.


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