THIS MY GRIEF This my grief did the Lord require of me Can I argue my case gainst the Most High? In prison rags I sit, long still to be free, Sometimes wish the mooned give me a ride This my grief did the Lord require of me Broken in the place of dragons, smitten Down to the ground, beneath the ground it seems, Sometimes wish this the last chapter written This my grief did the Lord require of me Better the houses of bereavement than The houses of prostitution, dead-lings Meeting in drunken corners for all that This my grief did the Lord require of me That I sacrifice my hearts deeps wants, Give up seeds of heavenly, living dreams For gruel and stinking, jail water- please Hear my cry oh Lord- help this broken me! Selah. This my grief did the Lord require of me Something that everyone sees in my eyes Maybe or not recognize, less they have Been too so smitten with losss harsh night This my grief did the Lord require of me To drink bitter tonics, bear sickness-aches To wish for tomorrow, bury foul today! To pray in tears, joy with others glees Surly the Lord transforms to dance my grief! Surly the Lord transforms to dance my grief!!!
Posted on: Sun, 16 Mar 2014 17:12:34 +0000
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