Psalm

To be among the children of God, I would give a thousand crowns. 

To sight the lofts of Heaven I would surely run mile upon mile. 

To deny the faults in my heart, I would toil in the deepest mines. 

There is no end to warfare within, 

No respite for the weary who toil under the sun. 

The body and spirit must carry on, 

No matter how heavy its weight. 

A mind bottled with tar, 

Arms covered with the rust of failure, 

The children must keep in step with their God. 

Trade whim for reason, you who adore the truth, 

And keep beauty over functionality. 

There is a war in my soul, 

War that was kindled the day of Calvary, 

And none but the grace of the Almighty 

Can detain the rogue armies. 

Keep going, said the Beloved, 

We must keep going.