Unfair

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You trammel me, O Lord, you hem me in.

Your grace surrounds, confounds, prevents everywhere

Inescapable. Ever present utter care

Abounds all the more around my sin,

Even which rebounds, resounds within,

Redounds unto your glory. As well the air

As grace I might escape; as your unfair

Ubiquitous immanence in all that is. You win.

For you have seiged me round with bread and beer

And tumbled upon my head (with only my shelf

To blame). You tripped and caused to slip from under

Me my plant-foot foolish, mulish heels; my fear

And bristling, brawny, barreled back; my self.

Let fly your locust cloud creation. I surrender.