Shailey's Poetry: Faith

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Tuesday, June 3, 2008

Faith

"Thou wilst wither in thine presence And thou will obey and behold thy beauty and reverance. Thee are doomed for destruction. Fear me! Little one, for I will come To thee on those cold lonesome nights To take thee into arms of comfort and delight." said Desire. And then God said, "Unto these arms of strength ye’ will come With fear and loneliness. Not to worry O’precious one Tis’ my duty and honor to take Thee into thy realm of death. Once there, ye’ are safe and protected Fear nothing. and all... Sign in to see full entry.

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