Constant Lover
To you my Lord,
I contemplate;
I praise,
My constant Lover.
For lies `nd lines
Are but
grunts `nd groans of a creatura.
Only One
Can a muddied mind beatify,
No earthly kindred soul,
Can life justify.
And my mind, heart, n soul;
The whole of me,
Can only be and bloom
in Thee.
Copyright © Ryan Farmer | Year Posted 2013
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