Lord rip me off this pride,
that makes me run in maze,
You know the things I tend to mind,
You know what I hold in place,
I cannot be your bride,
I cannot earn your praise,
If the Vashti in me continue to ride,
Sulkily behind all face,
Nowhere to hide,
My wounds bow in shame,
Never do I want to guide,
Myself in Lucifer's phrase!?,
I repent,yet in my prime,
My drowning voice I raise,
Your word does remind,
In judgement remember grace,
So I can be intertwined ,
Modified,in warmth and embrace,
Set me by the goldmines,
Forever with thee,unerased.
@tunde(inks)