Lamb
I saw my mortality shaking in the wind.....
I heard my soul walking softly with the Lord,
no violent word could be heard between us;
As lambs we walked 'neath the gentle arbors,
through fields of grasses green
by streams dreaming starry cheers;
What could bring grim hope lives no more this eve,
though the rain pours against the levy....
and the wind hisses as ghosts steady....
As a lamb I walked with the Lord,
with starry-cheers,
and dreaming stream,
'neath gentle arbors,
and grasses green,
I heard my soul walking....
Copyright © Keith O.J. Hunt | Year Posted 2015
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