A poem
Sunday, May 21st, 2006Some people get a ten in life,
some people get none at at all…
But consider the fullness of the picture,
and complentate the grand scheme of all things,
The fire that burns amidst the immensity of your darkness,
the flame that kills the stain of unpardonable sin,
Here it is is,now… the solution in all full absolutes
Tis not the sweat of the brow but of simplemess of belief
A crutch you may call it… but tis the wind beneath
the weakness of our broken wings.
