Wept the Child
The child wept and cried,
I took him up and blessed bribe ,
he wept of falling,
kissed mother,father and calling,
the child becomes adament yet,
I found his eye lashes wet,
I felt his fearful breath,
said I need he treat,
never joy I felt,never I thought,
in history so deep never I caught,
I praised thee and prayed,[God]
without thee all are dead,
patient soul o child.
golden creature and for thee is pride,
we are animal to use mighty soul,
should we do this being superior of whole,
I am through of proof,
example of unique patience,
shows thy presence above is roof.
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