There are poems of love I will now never finish

Singing nothings that are now nothingness.

You did this, you killed them, you stole out their flame

Now silence must pay back the debt of this pain.

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It hurts to know I

Wasn’t enough;

And the rivers I cried may as well

Have been blood;

For the hurting they brooked

Was as deep as a wound;

And my streams now have dried

to evaporate you.

Jesus

In my dreams we were trapped, so many

and they had us at their mercy, and they intended

Terrible things

And we were helpless

Until the Holy Spirit flooded me

And I wielded Your Name like a weapon, and it cut them down like leaves

And we left as easily as thieves, slipping through the door like water

None there to oppose us

Free.