with love upon your tongue

i’d love wish you 

well, dear pain,

sitting in my left

side. oh paul, thorn 

in your side three 

times you pled: take

this from me, my savior,

my God. in whisper he spoke,

for my grace is sufficient, for my

power is made perfect in weakness. 

& you rejoiced too much; his arm

showing you born again-

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