Just found this band, and I can't stop listening to this album:

Today I wrote another non-rhyming poem. I'm calling this one "Submission".

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Like a stalk of wheat,
I wait for the harvest.

Cut down by the reaper,
I learn how true love is expressed.

Though my sheaved body cracks in the heat,
I know this chaff will be taken from me.

Will I be scattered
making many more like me?

Will I be crushed
into something beautiful?

Willingly I die, knowing
the reaper was also the sower.

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Being loved by an infinite being is not exactly an easy thing to accept. God is constantly behaving in ways which we don't understand; especially by choosing not to enable us to understand it. Nonetheless, there's no doubt that it is indeed love, and that it is indeed for our good.

"It's nobody's strong point. It's not even its own strong point!"