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