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plea of one tuck me in, lead me on, I do, I do, I do sin me up, have the fun, with deathly dagger drawn my shadow has it's faces too, its usefulness but evil old and impacts here and yon and now I'm 'fraid that i am gone, am gone, am gone, am gone I'm quite afraid I'm gone smile at me, pass right by, I know, I understand your lives are quite more precious than most try to comprehend cant you see what I can see has come to be at hand, and could I see that which you do now and know and love for all? but no, oh no, oh no… our infinite nearsightedness gives no vision but our own my empty hands, they burdon me, no weight to make them light load me down, push me on, a free man I'll then be a head so weak from hurt in fights, those not seen by mortal eyes or ears or arms and now I've died, yes, more than thrice, and yet I live and die each day again and yet on still I'll die and be thrown back to life arms I crave, arms I have, true arms I have refused the soft touch of a woman close yet valued more than His but His are more than everything I need, often I have mused, arms of womanly sweetness yes, His tools, imperfect yet renewed and used and blessed with heavn'ly bliss His endless ways of kindness here I crouch, a weak found man, I hope, I wish, I pray to be in Him, but still I sin, and doubt and run away know what to do, know what to say, and try for what its worth, self-confidence and doubt stand near an tear me quite apart, my self inflicted falls they blame, I must accept distracted, disturbed, yet always calmed, when I think to ask my God comfort He gives, i thankfully serve, for He who gave us choice -eric s |