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May 2014
I plow the soil of Earth
Has been toiling ever since
My blood drips on dirt
While my soul loses grip

I just ran out of mustard seeds
My world has a lack of them
I feel like I have nowhere to turn since
The smokes blackened freedom

I crawl for a hem in hunger
Oh Father quench my thirst
My soul in me falls asunder
Again, let me put You first

Eleven leagues of half-loves
One more I'm still plowing with
Let me kiss my parents before the day comes
Lord free myself of filth

Eleven leagues of half-loves
Eleven wasted my time
Take one down drag it around
Only You can fix what's inside

The dark is a dark time for me
Nights were sleepless too
In the dark I need a Savior
Bring back the salt to flavor

I delighted in soil-living
Completely abandoned Your call
Bring the Light to this wretched being
The Only One, the God of all

Onto Your shores will only
My ships be anchored but slowly
The waves began to betray controlling
My monsters as they rise and scream forbidding
The Healer revealing healing
Not only for the time being
Zach Abler
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Zach Abler  22/M/Davao City, Philippines
(22/M/Davao City, Philippines)   
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