How easy for lies to cloud my head
A foolish lamb playing in the devil's time
Off a cliff that no mortal could e'er climb
My soul so wounded, despairing as if dead
A star should shine with such divine dread
Revealing the scars my sins upon me have beat
Mere cobwebs acting stronger than concrete
Your light's force lifts my eyes, instead to thee
Where wise men have gone, with gifts, to see
A simple haven, a place to break the bread
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
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