The Following
Your words fall thundering like rainyour brows furrow like our storm clouds
as the merciful nails of the cross of pain
your words crucify my dumb soul aloud
O! let the whip sing upon my weak hide
its searing symphony may hide my shame
though naked am veiled in pyrrhic pride
crested in deep scars and a dying name
O! happy tears in jewelled streaks
adorns my cheeks with sparkling sighs
hard lessons bless the path of the meek
following upon your heels treading on high
Your words whistle gently by as breeze
your brows brighten like a summer day
as dew rests on a rose in blissful ease
my heart at peace seeks your narrow way
No longer a child I cast away my fears
knowing in your lead there will be no tears
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