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Glory and Shame
While I'm squeezing the sore of my infirmity,
which screams so loud to the crowds,
confirming me,
how can I wash this dust off my face
if I keep with the path of this race
though I'm helping others in need?
How long should I let this sore bleed
my imperfections to the world...?
Which can't be healed with a band-aid
or concealed with a pearl
while souls keep begging me please please please
The more they ask the harder I squeeze
out my pain
which is to their glory
and my shame...
Am I still called by thy name?
I shall believe in no man's tongue
but let the angel's cries
drop down into a baby's eyes
and let a child speak to me
copyrights 2008
Robert Anthony James
which screams so loud to the crowds,
confirming me,
how can I wash this dust off my face
if I keep with the path of this race
though I'm helping others in need?
How long should I let this sore bleed
my imperfections to the world...?
Which can't be healed with a band-aid
or concealed with a pearl
while souls keep begging me please please please
The more they ask the harder I squeeze
out my pain
which is to their glory
and my shame...
Am I still called by thy name?
I shall believe in no man's tongue
but let the angel's cries
drop down into a baby's eyes
and let a child speak to me
copyrights 2008
Robert Anthony James
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Glory and Shame
Glory and Shame