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Grace
Love once did weave a web
Under my decadent angel's tears,
Caressing each fallen drop
Where on grace methought I lay.
Heart-broken she spent sighs
O'er many a tangled root,
As thorn pierced pale flesh
Weeping more as to say:
"Oh heavenly father
Dost thou punish me?
I am set so lightly upon heart,
Please ease this woe, this misery."
O'er darkened skies
Came glistening warmth,
As root and thorns grasp retreat
She poured pity upon his reprieve.
"Oh forgiver of sin
How I've neglected thee,
But a solemn prayer each night
Shall I pray to thee."
"A lone candle shall I light
In memory of your lone deed,
For deliverance of peril
I arise from slumberous repent."
Last edited by T.R. LeJeune : 02-22-2006 at 07:43 PM.
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