I could suffice for Him, I knew

I could suffice for Him, I knew
When I was but a child.
To think of Him as Father, too,
Though was He meek and mild?

The way I know is opposite
From what is meant to be.
His voice intent, mine hesitant,
This force ‘tween God and me.

Yet to suffice and not forsake,
Despite complete withdraw.
But is it more than I can make;
What comes before the Fall?

In chess of Thunder’s own device
I leave the game bereft.
In knowing Him, I could suffice
With no more pieces left.



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