Billye Phillips Beck Poems

Dear Lord, excuse my cowboy boots, my Wranglers and my cap.
I'm praying on my way to work, for I'm a working chap
I didn't go to college, I'm just a common man.
You ,too, were a carpenter, Lord, so I know you understand.
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Face of an angel, with beauty rare,
masking the pain that was hidden there.
Too many times she was abused,
bearing the burden, alone and confused.
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Well, I'm going out, Lord, the same way I came in,
No hair, no teeth, can't talk, and wrinkles in my skin.
I lie here on this cold hard bed and try to fight the fear,
Biting on my trembling lips, holding back the tears.
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