A poem

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
expecting
hoping for equity

A potent grief causing tears
weeping,
understanding, yet not.
All the while reassurance
faith,
prospects of boundless tranquility...

Hushed, Sweetly-tempered,
the heir of this carefully crafted dirt.
The malnourished soul
craves quenching
honesty...
Instituting lasting fulfillment

Stirring pity,
the fountainhead of grace
flows out
moving away
only to return one day to its source.

Refined sterling blood
pumping
pumping
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
perpetual
sanctified
euphoria