Poem I wrote today, enjoy
Fate, the string that catches me
Holds, me far above the ground
Strain, my eyes in order to see
Try, to listen for the sound
Of trumpets
Which herald the return
Of your glorious hand
But I'm not there yet
Where, have I found myself
This, is not how it should be
Hell, how do I recollect myself
Looking, I see the trees
Stand glorious
With unshakeable faith
Of your glorious hand
But I'm not there yet
I know my purpose
Feel myself dragged there
I go quietly into the night
And see for myself where
Miracles live
Due to the kindness
Of your glorious hand
But I'm not there yet
I'm not there yet
Poetry by Phil
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Written on 2009-01-29 at 00:03
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I'm Not There Yet
Fate, the string that catches me
Holds, me far above the ground
Strain, my eyes in order to see
Try, to listen for the sound
Of trumpets
Which herald the return
Of your glorious hand
But I'm not there yet
Where, have I found myself
This, is not how it should be
Hell, how do I recollect myself
Looking, I see the trees
Stand glorious
With unshakeable faith
Of your glorious hand
But I'm not there yet
I know my purpose
Feel myself dragged there
I go quietly into the night
And see for myself where
Miracles live
Due to the kindness
Of your glorious hand
But I'm not there yet
I'm not there yet
Poetry by Phil
Read 658 times
Written on 2009-01-29 at 00:03
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