Cloud's
O Lord,
That I might paint a cloud
with your sky for canvas,
I would sing aloud.
With a rainbow for color,
could I fail?
Lord, guide my brush
lest hell assail.
O gates of hell,
withdraw, let me be.
Open not in my presence,
I've naught for thee.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2008
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