Friday, March 24, 2006

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my pen is somewhat dry
and the words dont come
as eagerly, only shy,
but write, I must.

the seconds go by
and the speed is undoing
the faltering fly,
so slow down, I must.

the stack is high
but the stilts are rotten
shoes are untied
kneel, i must.

the circle is small
yet the key is hidden
the lock I cannot pry
surrender, i must.

the path will try
the strong, will fade
but because of Calvary's cry
now able, I trust.

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