Words, words,
I keep you close, fling you away
When I get old, get scared
Of what you will say,
Of what he heard.

Don’t lean on what bends,
What needs to bend before it breaks,
We’re too cool to admit
Pressure we can’t take, can’t shake,
Can’t confess as sin.

Ample warnings.
I am what I assumed,
What I admitted, what I anticipated,
I tremble as I consume,
Fire in the storming.

Only one safety net, but He
Spreads through tragedy and joy
Before the dawn of history,
All God, All King.

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