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Modern Psalms-1 Upon my bed I slept In my dreams you kept The understanding to accept Sadness was my complex Your banner was hidden glamour As a ghostly cloud Without a sound Within my sight You took away all my fright To many nights I lay So many days I display All I know of your ways You’re all to me I’m all for you You made the sky blue When I need You feed me What ever it maybe How will they know? Ever will you show? Your loves meadow; Flowers of wild Snow as rain So all may proclaim; Apples on your tree Olives of pitted Girded with a navel Upon arrival scribed, Scribbled like the Biblical seal In man’s humility, is your honor. Be son or daughter… We should all turn to you! |
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