18.6.2024
Beneath the moon the dim sea breaking Seems to mimic my spirit's aching While the mind keeps journeying down And Falsehood's wiles have suddenly grown In this strange life upon the sod Where few can find the truth of God In gospel of a sanctified grace When life moves on with frantic pace And the skies lie damaged with the dust Polluted by man who has lost trust In earth, in self and in his kind Devolved to darkness, unable to find The saving touch that lies so near, For i his heart is naught but fear.
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