In constant battle
Back and forth
The elusive downward
Spiral untangled
And caught
Were all my strength
For not
Ah to be
In that place
Fresh springs of grace
Surround
Upon the cool ground
To rest in this quiet place
Seems miles away
From this path I know
Though the thought of it
Oft do I go
Oh that one day
It may steal me away
And never to return
To this quicksand
For heart and hand
For eyes that may see
Without a doubt
Free and faultless
Oh can it be
May it yet
Come to me
When at last
To know eternity
With thee
Forever joy
Shall it
Be
-Joshua Lee Foist
Friday, April 12, 2013
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