The Long Night

From deep we cry our screams of resistance.
And you answer.
You answer with the else and the other.
You draw us,
               compel us,
                      convict us.

In our Jacobness you honor our struggle.
Yes, honor.
And the name we ask for, you give anew,
But with cost of your mark, the thorn unresolved.

Your grace is sufficient.
Your grace is sufficient.