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A poem I wrote during my journey at Union College...
Un-slaved
Un-slaved
Take away my itch to be in the niche
In His Joys,
Of the very things that made You hang on the crucifix
Create my plate to be evenly balanced with Your taste
Remove my sin based waste and replace my fool's gold look
With Your truth-bearing, sin-tearing, love-bearing book
You say green, I say go and the way I maneuver is with
You on the steering wheel
We'll never know what gear is best until we surrender our
Will and trust Your tests, remembering to look at the context
As I confess and die daily, You caress my being, suggest what I do next and
Selflessly call me Your princess
You were beaten, but You won
There is no man-made gimmick that can even mimic
The way You saved, un-slaved, and made me whole with Your Holiness!
In His Joys,
Hannah Elise
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