i cannot think of a
Lie
That wouldn't be a lie
Therefore i beg
Your pardon
i shall hand You
A truth
i thought therefore
Once or twice
How You make
The lions purr
i also thought
This many times
How You make
A moonlight surf
i cannot think
Of a lie
O Lord
That wouldn't be
A lie
Now therefore
i beg your pardon
i shall
Hand You a truth
i walked in
An evil place
A place which
Had nothing
To do with You
Each step i took
i also thought this
Very through
If You were there
Where were You
And why was
i surprised
You already knew
The Truth
Freedom is good
But only good
Because of You
i stumbled away
From my Lord
O Lord
He bought me
Salvation
And Hands
Me pearls
And these things
Are nothing
Unless Good Lord
There are You
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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