Poor Man Poetry
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
There is a plea in my heart
it is screamed out in song
from every part
asking and crying, " how long"
how long, 'til i see your plan?
'til from this body i'm released
and before your throne i stand
to hear my father say,
" with you i am pleased"
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