Sunday Morning Struggle

I can’t go to Jerusalem today –
Coated as I am in failure and shame.
Doesn’t Satan chortle, if chortle he is able,
Leading royal children to the hired hands’ table.
Get your pincers off me, Satan; you’re lying!
My King waits for me, open-armed and smiling.

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