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LAST FULL MEASURE OF DEVOTION

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LAST FULL MEASURE OF DEVOTION


of prayer and supplication
so ardent the zeal I dedicate to thee
I sink to mine knees and rest
in your presence of purposed loyalty

observe the creator of miracles and birth
devote now do I to the life crucified
and put aside all idolatory
and in your salvation I take refuge and abide

So precious the air I breathe
and surrender to thine hand
even when the rest shall fall away
I will honor all that thou command

if religion is for the vulnerable
and for the brainwashed
then let me be trampled
and mine old life, hence squashed

guarding fiercely of faith and hope
let not mine worship be weak in thine eyes
thine Holy Spirit give wisdom and comfort
let me stay focused with an eye on the prize

let me obedient more than to sacrifice
and stay faithful to the last full measure of devotion
heeding thy word, ridding the weakness of flesh
outlasting the tides of the wind and the ocean

and thou art not burdensome dear Lord
for my mine spirit thou dost' lift
giving credence and worthiness to a restless soul
thine Son the Saviour thy Christmas Gift....



Maree Long
(c) Maree Long 2007
www.freewebs.com/poetrybymareelong

FOOTNOTE: 1 John 5:3, John 15:10, 1 John 3:24

http://www.deceptioninthechurch.com/biblicalworship.html



SECRETS OF THE SEVEN GILL

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SECRETS OF THE SEVEN GILL

A quiet foggy summer evening
Lurking in the shallows
A mysterious visitor
Within its mouth are the deathly gallows

Predatory in the murky waters
Living in deep channels of the way
You are the apex of predators
Along the shores of the Otago Bay

Glide and slice the waters deep
The treacherous monster pretends to sleep
With simple flick of the tail in an
Snakelike movement sweeps

And Pectoral fins that move like
The wings of an airplane pursues
Flying through the sea
Hunting anything that moves

And you like to sneak up on your prey from behind
work together hunting in packs you leer
Primitive and rare
Vestige of man’s own primal fear

Powerful saw like jaws
Elongated and slender is your form
Once found you your prey
The waters bloodied, the limbs are torn

You drag me deep far from safety
Textured skin sandy grey or reddish brown
And I find I’ve joined the food chain
No chance to drown.

So you can keep your secrets
For I will never tell
For I am beaten by torturous fear
And I have met my hell.

Maree Long
© Maree Long 2007