Poems of Lighthouse Bob
Disheartened #480
Disheartened Your love sees pure perfection while mine sees your disgrace and in my misdirection I'm still looking for the place where I can hide my sorrow under mounds of happenstance and not be found tomorrow in progression of your glance for every time I'm looking out your love keeps looking in relinquishing my fear and doubt and every sign of sin until I'm held as feeble like an orphan in your care whose love, so strained by people, has no hope, but for repair and that's why, Lord, I'm thankful, oh, so thankful you've been there. |
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Disheartened #480
Disheartened #480