The Covenant
The Covenant
Take my humbleness, I submit myself
To a great God, that feels my lowliness
I have sinned; fear to be left on the shelf
I have been inspired by His Holiness
Hates dwell on us, wicked dimmed the light
For the reason of His crucifixion
He dealt agony longer than the night
The sin labeled in our soul’s inscription
For a long time, faith coated with verglas
Gone are many squalls during the daylight
All the noble trees stunted bladed grass
The wind whispers name for a wakeful flight
We are dust, and to dust, we shall return
His resurrection, no one left forlorn
May 3, 2017
Copyright © Noel Villarosa | Year Posted 2017
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