the structure of fear

But isn’t it just like You

to come in at the last second, to have the final word

isn’t it just like You to keep me guessing

to keep me in lost Your mystery

of mercy and 

you make my heart pure

not for the sake of my own mistakes

but instead for the ransom of love

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