Sonnets And Scribbles
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
With The Lord
On my own
My footsteps shake
So I can
Barely walk
And by myself
I try to sing
But I can
Scarcely talk
Yet with the Lord
I can be
As sturdy as
An ancient tree
And sing with notes
Like honey, sweet
But only when
The Lord's with me.
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