rigor

Think on life
My sons and
See,
I have many
Born to Me
Of the Spirit
Through faith
In truth.
Who will
You be
Once I’ve
Found you?
Will you
Dwell in truth
Or try to be
Some thing
That exists
No more,
Not found
In Me?
You have
No identity,
No place
Of your own,
No thing
In eternity’s
Claim.
Would you
Hold on
To that
Shame,
Past, put
To death
Foreign things
Not of
Me.