''For Our Remission''
Our psyches form an eerie mood;
we hold the fearful, bated breath
(the melancholy that makes us brood).
We smell the scent of gloom's despair;
we feel the menace of sudden death:
how broken we just are to care!
Thank God for him, the heaven's Lord;
our fight with misery and pain
ends with the gift of his great Sword;
the tears of manic-depression
flow down our tear-stained cheeks again:
but now they're for our remission.
Copyright © Ngoc Nguyen | Year Posted 2015
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