When told to love I chose to think; when told
To smile I chose to grit; when told to pray
I brashly cursed humility standing bold,
Defiant thru the hour, and chose my way.
I lost the light in folds of night too far
Beyond the primum mobile to be seen,
Amid the dank dark hell where all hearts mar
And scar awaiting fire to forge them clean.
To fall so low does call to climb so high,
A feat refused by most but not by all.
Now back to bare and beastly in my cry
On trumpets spry; behold! Redemption’s call.
To lead my path thru broken glass made me
A man powerful enough to pay the fee.
-MMF
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