Evil’s bare blackness comes in the night.
Successfully blinding, limited sight.
Orange treetops sang kindly to me.
Beckoned and burdened, now I’m set free!
Hope from the Savior who reigns high above.
O decedent sound! Trumpets of my love!
My heart cries aloud in glorious sonnet.
The author of life, he sets me upon it
With vigor he blows his breath into mine.
Helping me see my mistakes in time.
Curious thought, in it I was lost.
His death on the cross was the ultimate cost.
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