I wrote this poem a few months ago and found it when I cleaned my room tonight...
Endowed with holy favor
with insufficient essence
driving weary eyes
hoping for equity
A potent grief causing tears
understanding, yet not.
All the while reassurance
prospects of boundless tranquility...
the heir of this carefully crafted dirt.
The malnourished soul
Instituting lasting fulfillment
the fountainhead of grace
only to return one day to its source.
Refined sterling blood
facilitating magnificent vistas of Yahweh
Fashioning a calm, still heart
He proclaims an immortal adoption
Jealousy and misunderstanding for this new inheritance
brings passing condemnation
leading to absolute