Andrew Benton Poems

The holy light our Master brings
Has graced my humble way—
The seaside cliffs and fearful swell
From which I dare not stray.
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Your love for me
is treasure dear,
my darling Clementine.
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I often wonder as I walk
o’er this terrestrial ball,
and through my tribulation vast
I struggle to recall-
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A river ran ‘round a mountain,
and boasted to the sky:
“My burden’s heavy everyday
and yet I don’t run dry.”
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Within a single forlorn field
a million daisies lay—

Their heads were bleached by bright sunlight
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There once stood tall upon a mount,
a jewel above the earth-
a jocund lad of golden mind
whose heart was filled with mirth.
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A narrow ribbon, full of light,
wound around the mystic place,
where darkness meets the morning bright
and wakens souls to face the day.
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Above the torpid realm of Earth
a single angel flies-

Her beauty graces banks of clouds
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Beneath the noble words of King
Which struck on such a chord,
Lies an inward, untold truth—
A need of hope implored.
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They will be watching
When you are at your best.

They will be with you
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