Simply - Poem by Alexander Coppedge
I to inspire others a turtle under pressures, the first to be is stop this living in mud: my head to pop out.
Goal as a hawk in watch of brethren, hunger as them as worms my claws grip upon: them flip in strides.
Weasel curled to combat dispute odds to fight foe's evils -him as to do good: what of all, should I be?
A force as a big wind, gust in swirls to slither land; or me a fish among others: I float with them in ocean.
Ideal figure to be in life he must be kind, wise views, him protect all creatures acclaimed; hopes as me.
His faith chosen choice to protect others, good heart he'll have and a carrier of God's virtues to free.
Him a gentle comfort with glad seen welcomed, acts not by him said out: views by his deeds by others say.
Lad is beloved a joy being around said about him, helper to aid not take from poor; bless others.
I view him defending others -defeating evil, intents not to harm: a choice is a form like me.
Phantom no name or face known by others, spot a friend in droplets to pass waving glad hi: ignore me.
A speaker with wisdom in God truth spoken by His Son, words heal wounds; His kind awoken thoughts.
Son in all degrees able to aid down trodden poor; my selected choice as this man generous, indeed.
I wish him to give riches of health with hearts in pounds, a timeless healer to make the host strong.
Pal to fill needy requests as not harvested field with set pleasures, green crops blossomed: food for them.
Acres having eatables, its growths are able to feed world starving: valleys to end world's hunger pain.
Intent beyond dream my thought-provoking views real: words spoke heard wipe tears with truth.
My quest is to be this not to be its sad reality, in fool aims aside to needed: true values to happen now.
I in conflict pounded by lies, a lighthouse to stand bright its beam is out: it to attract others to shore.
In desires brethren in a march from dungeon free; victory acquired: our host lead out of hell's grave.
Intent in person personal as beliefs as him chosen; infant is birth of vision: him a life ray as sun.
Sightless shadows can not hurt efforts or my turns in confusion; foe no regards: world's rulers that starve.
I try to catch people's ears to issues in music played by words to them: report for them to read on pad.
Notes sounded to hit evil from heaven, warm alms not Jesus' shadow: death paths in planned courses.
Countless strokes plucked I do daily on instrument, writing in silence depth: aim world combat enemy.
Us smiles as God watches us as family, reason of our fight just -ready to war: host defeat kill machine.
Fingers fade from vision etching notes visible; out of all stated: defender for others rights of liberties.
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