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Fallen Fruit |
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georgek Member
since 2009-06-07
Posts 79
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Dear lord, I fell from thee. I dare not look upon they gaze For I had died onto this maize A broken lance, and brother's glance I fell free, without plea No girth or tree, did I give free Nor blade or grass that belongs to me. Twenty acres of earth was mine from birth To lay my curse where I did thirst Into the ground of this dear mound All wrapped and warm from dead men's scorn. I lay my head onto this bed Made for me where I was born. I pay the price, that I may rise Illicit dreams of those to be Please take my hand, so I may see? Sprinkle not thy voice of doom For those who fail are often frail No wind or rain or lover's pain Can change the way what life has feigned No clock or watch or boson's dock Can raise a tide through death and rocks No Hell or cell or parson's bell Will lose the soul, that God has sealed. Wind or sin or Devil's gin, We all grow old like the clay we mould.. Except the soul, that is mine to hold. Eternal be...... my love for thee |
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sandgrain Member Elite
since 1999-09-21
Posts 3662Sycamore, IL, USA |
I love every line of this. So elequently you've made the strong point of our weakness in spite of our grateful adoration of our heavenly Father. Thank you for sharing your talent here. God bless, Rae |
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nehematala Member
since 2009-05-21
Posts 129 |
Wow I love this. Its so true. |
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