The apple of my eye

We must

Fight sin

Don’t let it

Seep in

In the same way

We fight

Tooth decay

Cleaning and scrubbing

Night and day

Scraping and chipping

It all away

Yet we must eat

Something sweet

Each day

Tender mercies

Sweet and low

Eternally bearing Fruit

No ordinary love 

Faith will grow

Trust. Follow. You.

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