Of the Son
10-26-08
There’s nothing you can do,
You shouldn’t even try
You haven’t got a clue
You could just sit and cry.
But deep inside you knew
It simply was a lie.
This time you’re at a loss
It comes to every knave
To all men it is gave
It sweeps just like a wave.
But triumphant from the cross,
We come up from the grave.
And for all men to live,
Through all that you have done
Through trips and trials spun.
Look to the holy one.
He can alone forgive,
Look ye apon the Son!
Eli Gardner
10-26-08
There’s nothing you can do,
You shouldn’t even try
You haven’t got a clue
You could just sit and cry.
But deep inside you knew
It simply was a lie.
This time you’re at a loss
It comes to every knave
To all men it is gave
It sweeps just like a wave.
But triumphant from the cross,
We come up from the grave.
And for all men to live,
Through all that you have done
Through trips and trials spun.
Look to the holy one.
He can alone forgive,
Look ye apon the Son!
Eli Gardner
1 comment:
I love this. I am impressed with your poetry, your creativity, and your faith! Lovely!
Mom
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