God, if there is one, is testing me again.
My denial obviously didn’t sit well
And this is just some sort of revenge
To teach me my need.
My need to follow, on bended knee
God’s will.
How dare I risk and believe
When there’s an axe waiting to cleave
My heart and leave
Me bereft?
The odds seem impossible
Yet hopeful
Insanity mixed with reality.
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