An Acrostic

Far from the hearts of prideful fiends,

A treasure hides in the void.

I gaze at stained but mended seams,

To humbled soul such childlike joy.

How could I ever let such go?

Inseparable have we since been,

Never have such heartstrings broken.

Come times of pain, I seek your face,

However fierce the trial be,

Refreshed by your tender embrace,

Immutable love I've received.

Sewn together by strands of grace,

Thus bound in You whom I've believed.