Age of Newness
Once I was buried
Beneath the soil of woe
I lingered there; I tarried
As my heart was darkened so
And there I lay in quietness
In the darkness of Night's breath
I am the voice of silence
I am the sound of death
Though many have come to trample
Upon my grave of rest
The true, the free, the faithful
Will know I'll give my best
When in the age of newness
I arise with wings unfurled
Giving hope to the weary
In the light of a brilliant world
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2008-10-10 at 06:48
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