Purchase

Knowing and believing
Difference unfathomable
Measure my heart, Lord
Finding its contents pleasing
To your eyes

Showing and achieving
Offering immeasurable
Pleasure your spirit, Lord
Reminding, prodding and seizing
Make me wise

I came here not of my will
But to your strategies fulfill
I've got no time to kill
No choice to take the hill
Like a duck will use his bill
A tree run through the mill
The blade set ground to till
My wants amount to nil
As paper to my quill
This life accepts my skill
Bitter or sweet I take the pill
As you picked up the bill
Your cross upon the sill
In the storm you keep me still
Like a fish to each his gill
Your air my lungs do fill

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