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A collection of poetry that has recieved four stars or more at writing.com |
| They all come for me mobbed so my eyes may not judge Lord deliver me I, your servant, plead A humble heart I carry I am on my knees I smell evil near rising over the hilltops the wind brings my fear If this be my end Let it be with honor's cloak to hide shameful sins My mother will weep My father bows with disgrace My men are lost sheep Be with me always Oh lord, I lift up my soul forgive me, I pray Judge not my dark days Upon this earth evil bounds All will pass away My sword will make peace My heart will show true valour My Lord's Will be pleased Today I redeem Blood for blood, my sins washed clean Off steel the sun gleams To understand my words, you must understand my mind. To understand my mind, you must first understand my words. Balik737 |