Treasure Island

Alexander Coppedge

(June 25,1954 / Warrenton, North Carolina)

Because


You, My Lord, are my encouraging inspiration
A king who allowed his death to claim those loved
You're a rare jewel amidst the created host
Cupid arrow deep in the veins of my heart
You who had much waited on my requirements
Taught me of the wisdom and instructed me in the law
You, my King, aided my many shortcomings
Structured my fortress walls of stone
Watch my growth in anticipation
Pushed me from death call
You watched me journey to my end
A seed expand from stem to thorn
You are my light of giving
Unto you, in the name of the Father, I serve
Laid in memories of services
Because written on my grave

Submitted: Sunday, September 08, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 09, 2013
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  • Ramesh Rai (3/18/2014 4:44:00 AM)

    You are my light of giving
    Unto you, in the name of the Father, I serve
    Laid in memories of services
    Because written on my grave
    Beautiful write sir. Regards. (Report) Reply

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