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Oh God I heard of how you work with weak
and trembling & bewildered folk who seek
to cover over shame, but they can’t speak
in public. They aren’t honoured much. It’s bleak,
until I think of you. You love to sneak
about invisible to us, and tweak
things for all who invite you; being meek,
when partnered with you, they yet hear & peak
and leave room for your word to them. They reek
& smell of Christ, himself a sticky beak
for acts of God to copy (not to eek
out life alone) - quite sim’lar to a geek
he’s happy with a help that’s slowly leaked
by (not so much the thunder) bray or squeek!
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