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ingratious


Ingratious was a sickling
he had no inkling
To thoughts rekindling
Kindness shown to him
Mercy that freely flowed
That carried his flaws
That bore his shame
A great sacrifice
Crowned with thorns
He now frowns upon
He could neither embrace
Nor displace the light
For it shone plainly
With clarity
With certainty
Neither could he fail to ignore
To hearken to the voice
That spoke him free
Blind and deaf
He chose to be
To ignore this great love
This amazing grace
Damned ingratious
‘he can do it on his own’
Damned ingratious
he can’t save himself
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