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O God

O God, I come before you bowing still To trod The wide valley through your will Let me Know your hand upon my string Lift me High where the bright falcons sing O God, Like a desert all my sands of sin Unclad Bare my barren scrag of soul Fill me Until I am healed and whole Mill me No more, I am sheep not gold Feed me thy love, the valley is cold.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 5/7/2009 6:12:00 AM
L'nass, an inspiring and uplifting poem. Good one. Ernilando
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Date: 5/4/2009 1:01:00 PM
What a wonderful prayer/poem. I really like the last line--because without God we indeed are in the cold valley. Blessings to you for sharing this inspirational piece with us. Thank you for your kind words on my poem. Keep on writing. Karen
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Date: 5/4/2009 11:51:00 AM
I LOVE IT!! It's amazing. I can relate to every word of it.
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Date: 5/3/2009 6:35:00 PM
Shango old friend. Great lines great poem. A delight to the senses.
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