Kenneth E. Alspaugh Poems

I have not seen my Goliath no coat of many colors have I received
I have no fish I see to swallow me, where is my burning bush?
I have no walls to march to around, no trumpet to blow,
or sword to raise, Is my call therefore silent?
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The finest gem the world has known
is not the pearl the sea has grown
'tis not the diamond crushed and ground
these aren't the nicest gems around
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I was pulled from the ranks of satan's den
And I now reside in Salvation's glen
A place where pain and sorrow and fear
Are not felt so much or seen so clear.
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Gently sliding, briskly striking each key as though caressing
a child.
My heart is that child, my feelings led by each sweeping
movement, each skillfully blended melody and note
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