Liilia Talts Morrison Poems

There was a little bird
who was afraid to sing
while other birds each dawn
woke up with happy rings
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He was a rogue, a vagabond
his heart no one could tame
he trampled on so many lives
till Jesus called his name
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if there be fault, the fault is mine
i loved too much, drank too much wine
the fruits of passion and the vine
imprisoned me in twisting twine
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Some folks have great abundance
some struggle to earn bread
some dine on garden bounties
from orchards and rich fields
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I put my hand upon the plough
to walk beside him here and now
to listen to his grace filled words
the like of which were never heard
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Creation shows
and will not stray
from God's own laws
and God's own way
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In our lives there happen daily
so many helpful messages
most are ignored yet some are heeded
from unexpected messengers
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He whose life was dark and lonely
in the end became a prayer
as he fended off vile demons
in dank alleys rife with snares
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The audience is roaring
the music blasting forth
the lights and strobes outlining
young silhouettes of mirth
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