Phantom limbs

Cucumber Lodge

We his image gone astray

On our own we will delay

With new construction every day

Detour our way and circle round

Till ourselves we run aground

Passing by His Holy Word

Independent self assured

Greasy wicked sinful hearts

He calls us out as body parts

To always be renewed in Him

Otherwise just phantom limbs

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