Pikin Amerasb Poet Rhyme

TO YOU, OH LORD

If my wit can sing,
And jig and fly on wings,
To you, oh Lord, I will flee.

And my voice will shout,
Above the noise on grounds,
To you, oh Lord, I play the sounds.

While my vote shall freely 
Lead myself to me,
To you, oh Lord, I pray within.

As the stars stand out 
To reveal me in my crown,
To you, oh Lord, I wear no frown.

Now my knees seem the sort
Tied to the mountain top,
To you, oh Lord... I cannot stop.

No matter how steep the slope,
It will go down the toes,
To you, oh Lord, with my hold.

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