The rumble thunder far away

the sky gone grey and stone

the wind path still…………………like holding breath

as sits the leaden, sober stress:

I stand vibrant here and live

because He bled. For me.

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The shrugs and shirks—the lethargy,

the bow and bend to idle sins

pursued with passion down the path

or sometimes! just because. Like breath

I sin because I want…and take.

And now I stand to breathe and live

Because He bled. And died.

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There is no trumpet praise or silver silk-lined speech

that makes the trade appropriate, for nothing’s sun

that makes my blackness His. I stand like hallow; all amazed.

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The thunder sound I never fear,

and solid as a stone

I sleep in peaceful, every breath,

for lethargy and sin-like lead-

have sunken deep into the sea.

I tread the path in royalty

because He died. For me.