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

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