He Is for Us

You’re making me new

Giving me a new groove.

Wiping clear the past,

Correcting us with Your divine chast.

While the rod de God hurts

It’s a blessing, not a curse.

His favor is for us

Else He’d let us continue

Down the road of execution.

We would bring death upon a beautiful thing

But He said “No, not to these precious beings.

I now bring to light the darkness

Of the wicked one.

These are my people and I have won.”

This poem is about: 
Our world


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