Forgive This Little Ministry
Forgive my hope abounding
sometimes in oft proclaim
became truth so surrounding,
than lassified pofane!
Forgive the years rebounding
of asking for thy care
if sin reclaimed the pounding
of erstwhile truth's reshare!
Sullied, tempified
that understanding's tred
the glory that was come of God
in man, went to his head!
And so the preacher, bonifide
though sincere in his sted
seems more a milked down stereotype
while Christ the risen . . bled!
Do comfort more the mind's insight
to hold truth in its led
the hope of man so glorified,
humiliations . . . shed!
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