The good You’ve given

Is sweet water, cold

And cutting at all

the things I’ve done

and didn’t mean to do.

But deeply within me

is the spark that lights

my sin aflame, and knees

now buckled, waist deep,

I descend, Your good

soaking through the wick.

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