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The Paradox

A paradox wells within me
A pathway he has laid before me
My spirit prods me forward
But my mind tells me no
The war of my soul continues
How could such a paradox, be allowed to take my sleep?
How could such a battle, be won with out his feats?
I am dependent, yet my leg is healed.
I am glad to hope, that my fate will be revealed.
Haven’t I already accepted this, by choosing his all in all?
Haven’t I already chosen, to completely give into his will?
If so, where are his illuminations that I am told of day by day?
Or will this paradox continue, every hour of my days?


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