Awakened
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I was not too old to hold my mother’s hand,
but too young to understand the thoughts
that mither mind of man.
That serpent’s wiley snare when seeing
female form beneath her clothes, eyes were
opened, and caught this Adam unaware.
Thus seeing does seduce, now opened
eyes can see, and thus this sin is loosed.
Lord still deliver me.
Copyright © Bob Kimmerling | Year Posted 2020
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