COMBAT ZONE

Rid me, God, of tendencyTo fight my wayPast evil giants of the day;Mere human thrustNot strong enoughTo catapult the stoneThat renders error prone.

Rather, Father, help me to seeAll evil's unreality;Behold the Christ so brightly clearThat conflicts, struggle, disappearWithin the fullnessOf Your presence—here.

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