Hammer and Voice

When I am free
And travel to you
Please, lover of my soul
Do not tell me
When I arrive there
That you never knew me
Or that you don't care
You who made the heavens
Surely made my flaws
Perfectly
I've bled this flawed existence
Made mistakes
Went wrong
All along
All hope gone
But for one
To be your son
To bear your banner
To become useful
As your messenger
As your voice
To be your hammer
Also
When it has ended
I long to be
I have sought to be
Your redeemed


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