transfigure

Into the filthiness of the flesh
Comes what you love best,
The whole of you
Is true.
Do.


Love
With no condition.
Follow given precognition.
Know past sins not forgiven
Lest you despise grace you’ve been given.


This is the natural progress of man.
This is coming out of I, I am
Finding growth in dead things.
Summoning strength though
Atrophy sets in.
A new life
Appears.


Die
Daily to whom
Now claims deciding voice,
Control over what you choose to do.
Know God is watching to form His Son’s face.