Robert Kirkland Kernighan

(25 April 1854 – 3 November 1926 / Ontario)

Saul - Poem by Robert Kirkland Kernighan

WITH blood upon my fingers and upon my brow a frown,
I wiped my knife and took my way to old Damascus town.

The Saints of God all terror struck, beneath my feet went

1 trod on angels all the way to old Damascus town.

All hell came forth applauding as I went marching down
To stone to death and persecute in old Damascus town.

I fell ! and God stood o'er me : His hand had put me down
To-night they '11 wait in vain for me in old Damascus
town !

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 9, 2012

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