pursuer crouched
in the shadow of my seat--
the floor-board of my locked car
the presence mirroring my every step
inches behind
yet dissolving before discovered
the anticipation of hands that grab me
before a door is closed and keyed
dreams that freeze me to my bed
at 4 AM
and chill me through the day
was I freed only to be conquered?
or does this allegiance lie in shadowy corners
if obedience is love and love casts out fear
then temptation and flesh have shackled my zeal
this dilapidated heart
and two sides that know it's darkness
give me grace
there's no more will to fight
see my love--weak though it may be--
and let me stand
in this sifting
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