a blank verse i wrote about the gradual sanctifying work of god in people, and the idea that it's not always recognised straight away, until old ways of life are, by grace, made alien and distant.
some things are like a glove
you can observe that it used to fit a lot better
years and years ago
but something is different
and now
what used to fit so perfectly now seems
not quite right
out of shape and
it cannot be pinned down, only it is just
wrong somehow because it never used to be
this uncomfortable and yet
you don't remember changing but
the glove sure hasn't changed
so
something must have happened
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