Days (Diatelle)

Days
All set–
Ere I yet
A single cell–
All in Your holy script.
My words, not spoken, You can tell;
I cannot hide from You in heav’n nor hell.
My enemies are those who mar Your holy name.
Your thoughts are beyond me: I know this well.
Though You know me, You keep me still;
You stay when I forget–
Push, prod, propel–
From outset
You set
Days.

9-23-2015

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