A Blessed Fate

Crushed with a reddening weight
I writhe with anger and hate,
But mostly I fear
I’ll hurt someone dear.
Who remains unclear.

So, I crash free of people
Into a pillar, door, and wall,
And melt to the floor
In state I deplore.
I pray for no more.

Now blessed with a peaceful state,
I rest and think on my fate.
To fight against sin
And to hold joys grin
Means letting Christ in.

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