Absent Wryta


Blessed - Poem by Absent Wryta

And then he made history
Oh what a victory
Now grown men weep
And the whole world speaks

Its his name on a million lips
His face in every flick
His eyes look to a million faces
A million dreams through his dream come true

My words will never be enough
My thanks can never be enough
His name means blessed
He is truelly blessed

This is not my tribute
This is not my ode
This is my prayer
May God bless you


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 27, 2008



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