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John Blesson Rowe Poem
The feeling is deep inside
Calling as a helpless innocent guilt
It has become too much for me
Falling down like a cracking mountain
I imagine it as a scarlet, an unclenched stain.
Becoming a slave to my freedom
I want to be cleanse and nothingless.
Regardless my faith, I still hope
Rescue me oh you in charge
Driving to and fro in a mind of a wales
How scary I am? When the hands are tighted.
Wasting a precious breath, so unfair
The past hunts, wondering if I can take it off.
How often the present of injustice
The incured heart burns aloud, the future is damn.
Recuse me, oh you in charge.
OH LORD My Prayer, Oh Lord My Refuge.
The firmament graced, you are the one.
You maketh right, when all seem brightly spilts
My abilities are captured, blindly running in a darkest mist.
Down to naughty, I know you can help the Sinking thought.
How the ocean flows daily without perceiving
I am in the wind that fallen in the deep
The desert is dry, why many are slowly dying?
Recuse me oh you in charge
The whole of days is a wholly of pains
Bitter days, when the escape me is in prison
I cared that's why I am calling
You are pure, to bring wholeness down to the ridge.
Your smell of kindness is what retain nature
The sun and the moon you saved, why not my days?
They're pretty in Smile, why holding mine.
Recuse me oh you in charge
Recuse me oh you in charge
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John Blesson Rowe Poem
Proclaiming with unction
Christ's love no question
Christ's grace no seduction
Pouring out in motion
Rendering no option
Faded not, still sustain
Ages can tell, experiencing undiluted
Trigger the guilt, confession made easy
The world is love, he gave us his one
He cherish his own not to perish
He saved me, he saved you
Rich in kindness, the foundation he holds.
Tarry you, you enjoying it
Everlasting, his claimed is long lasting.
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John Blesson Rowe Poem
Where is the way?
Pointing us to the wilderness
A dry desert that kills
Everything is Invisible
Possessing dark liars
Saying pleasant speech of a cooling water
No wonder you're Ghost in the hiding
Your Children are thirsty
And your youth no longer want
Selfish behind the scene
Trading cheap deception
We are the nation, the land we toiled.
You are the head, stop bitting the tail
You conceived us, yet you threatened our height.
We are blind already,
Our neighbors mocked us,
Spelling all kinds of profane.
The economy is down the drain.
What do you care for? Your house is in joy.
Time ago your trees bow - Pleading.
The generous nation give you heed
Suddenly land is seeing a visible Ghost
Your people are slumping daily
The asylum is as the full river
The bay has gotten enough.
The market is speaking strangely.
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