Will Bending

When it comes to giving

up my will

There I stand

resolute

the last sycamore

in the path

of the killer hurricane

When it comes to standing

in the gap for God

against the worldly tide

sharing the faith

I have inside

I am the tuft

of broken dying grass

lifted with no breeze required

the carnal will transpired

The will of God, left

Unrequited