Not Undefiled
I am a lowly Gentile, darkened and grey..
Found in the wilderness, covered with decay.
Perfect in sunshine, to labour and toil..
Yet worthy of loving and eating the spoil.
While scorns in the forest, maintain their cause..
With perfection in mercy, I am loved with my flaws.
Yet in the chamber, with the rip of the tide..
My lover and I, will never subside.
Perhaps in your eyes, I am blackened with sin..
So you beat at my door and lock me within.
With the essence of time, my fare is a ten..
For the arms of my covering, prepares me his den.
Uncircumcised, but not undefiled..
I will arise, adorned with great style.
Though lost and forgotten, where once I stood..
Today I am chosen, as a royal who could.
Lustfully whitened, in the depth of my love..
I stretch forth my hand, for my turtledove.
No longer dressed, like the dark of the night..
The one I belong to, made me his delight.
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