His March

If by decision we choose then to grow,
Circle of faith becomes our afterglow
When certain the world is a whole state
Might we in spiritual Grace relate.

For though Heaven with Hell may combative
Create constant a choice to ask plaintive,
How shall a martyr seek sweet evidence
While a near quiet heart leaves time to chance.

Each temptation a humanity endure
Allows a skin find mettle we assure
For while skies align all our moving parts
We sometimes wish to land on where to start.

Constant may the soul seek a forgiveness
While certain He casts purposeful duress.

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