12/11 Poem: Truth Convicts

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Lord, make me a convict for truth
Jail me in love’s prison
Force-feed me fountain’s youth

Bind me in the chains of golden grace
Polish me like amber
Til my glow reflects your face

Strap me to the chair of worldly thrones
Zap me with your power
Take my life, make it your own

Bury me on Eden’s grassy hill
Excavate my heart
In your hands, it loves you still

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