The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Pangs

Oh God, praise be to you
for you are Glory!
I praise you and thank you
deeply, for allowing this moment,
for granting me faith to pray and praise,
and a desire to love you.

	Oh Lord, give me heart-pangs
	for you, and I will cherish them
	and heed them.  They will
	be my treasure and company
	though the wilderness, and
	joyfully, I will search for you.

			And when the world tightens
			around me, my screams will
			be for you and my blood will
			fall like the rain, pure.

			You are my hope and focus.

					Let the world rip away my
					flesh, that I might shed
					every bone that hesitates or despairs.
					And, then, on that day when Satan
					has plucked away the last thread
					of my old self, he will fall before
					your Glory within me!
					And I will be your bride, one 
					of a thousand daughters,
					born of your Grace.
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