05 March 2015


From prodigious profanity 
You wrought a sanctuary 
Worthy of your glory,
Born not of humanity,
But of divine activity:
Your mighty work in me.

My lust became chastity,
Restraint displaced gluttony,
My fog gave way to clarity,
My avarice to charity.
New life exudes from me;
My long-imprisoned soul is free.

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