A black shadow hovered
On the outskirts of our joy
Snapping at our dancing heels
And skipping hearts
We were bathed in a blessed state
Heedless of the menace
That would pounce
And knock us into the hell
Of complaining
Stiff-necked like old Israel
Forgetful of the good
Perfectionism gaining ground
Grace abiding slipping from our grasp
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