Were that I calm or still
I could drink of thee my fill
Instead of fretting low and high
Frenetic in my misery
Were that I heard thy voice
And to my heart no other noise
Instead my heart is cold
Thy stories remain untold
Let me be separate from
The worldly buzz and hum
And attend to greater things
To hark to thee O King of kings
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
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