loosing seems unfair

until the animal in there

roams free, no need to intercede

victory becomes stable, uncontainable, remarking o, how lovely

dreams never fade, come alive – evermore for every tomorrow

reuniting with the truth, Salvation becomes a discovery

slavery to sin, within; called doubt, all comes out

that’s freedom; no mistaking the wonderment of repentance

running the distance…

grinning all the way home, never stopping to think

what will come next week

face it, embrace it, the character of grace

standing in front, first in line; getting fed until full

pulling the remedy into, through the decay

satisfied for one more day…