The Beloved Needs

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The Beloved Needs

you pulled me through
each hair on end,
despite the weight of fallen warriors' deaths
upon your soul
despite that gangrenous dragging gut exposed at your behest.

sinews taffy in the hands of God
you would not let go
you would not hear the din that All is known
ears full in naming every mercy to my rising groan
you forced apart those jagged razor-walls
and wrapped my newness in your skin.

and Heaven's mighty Rod rang out that i might know
the stream by the wayside led you to the river
where you grasped my hand,
to the valley where i cried for you
where you found my cloak and pulled it free.

above the rest you clothed me in your own glory
til Heaven's mighty Rod rang out that my salvation comes
from all of you, as yours
from every part of me.