A fade of life's trend
Or a gate past a bend
I cannot see
Do life's burden and weight
Help a stray walk straight
To the inevitable fate
Am I free?
This world twists sight
Though walking in light
Blind as the night
Such is we
Stubborn I stumble
Meek, poor, and humble
Your grace doesn't crumble
Under me
O Child the Priest
Who gives out the feast
From greatest to least
Glory be!
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
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