Rings of gladness
Tokens of love
Abound in bounty
But narcissistic response
To any offering of love

I thought you should know
My heart within knows
How things are
Between myself and my King

I am bound by love
To obey love
So one more sacrificial offering should count
For something

To that, I writhe in suffering
Agonize in the absence
Tortured beyond recognition
Twisted by sin

But my Lord is my saviour
And His Will will reign
Not by force or manipulation
But simply by love

Where every move makes a shatter
Wherever the glass ceiling is the matter
I shatter by writ and grit
To the trenches, I say much better