Anvil
An unconventional use
And gravity
And force travelling
And least resistance
And other natural flaws
And super-natural laws
And an anvil is formed
From my tragedy
And my grief is your hammer
As you break me open
This hard, calloused shell
Your attack from the air,
And the soft meat of me now exposed,
Hidden no more
Crush me not,
Consume me Lord,
In brokenness
That at last we be
One
(matthew2144)
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