Pleadings From the Closet
a portion i beg, of that balm, just a drop placed in my palm,
to rid my soul of the sting ,induced by the pain which living brings.
a crumb i beg, of that bread, just a scrap could be fed,
to rid my soul of the pangs, induced by the hunger for what will sustain.
a sip i beg, of that water, just a taste is all that i'm after,
to rid my soul of the dry, induced by the thirst for what is right.
a touch i beg, of the Christ, just to urge me on to fight,
and rid my soul ,of the fear, that God has forgotten me here
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