Lord I Pantoum
Lord, I pantoum you now and forever,
I yearn for that river of holy shrine,
Advice of the wicked follow never.
Rather adore and laud you, my divine.
I yearn for that river of holy shrine
Your ways are planted along flowing streams,
Rather adore and laud you, my divine.
Look your creation where everything gleams.
Your ways are planted along flowing streams,
So I know why I don't deserve this place.
Look your creation where everything gleams.
Thus I cry for your help, plead for your grace.
So I know why I don't deserve this place
Advice of the wicked follow never.
Thus I cry for your help, plead for your grace.
Lord, I pantoum you now and forever.
21 November 2020
Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2020
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