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Clive McDonald Poems
- A Son's Tribute A debt of honor, I rightly owe, To the ...
- Alone Alone does not describe A lack of presence alone It ...
- Till We Have Faces The tendr’st flow’r of joy, alas! How ...
- When Dreams Die What is a dream, but a persistent whim? ...
- Différance Pages turn, questions burn No way to tie the ...
- Grief Encountered Grief’s the longing of the soul, For what...
- Forgiveness I imagine I’m watching, that ghastly event The ...
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A Son's Tribute
A debt of honor, I rightly owe,
To the shaper of, my fledgling soul,
Her hand with love, correction dealt,
Compassion lived, and sorrow felt,
My trials of pain, she ever bore,
My burdens heavy, to her loving Lord,
Her prayers unseen, though always known,
Bore my pressing wants, before his throne,
Her constant care, was for my heart,
Said, 'from this way, don't e're depart.'
I knew not how, to obey my God,
Except to follow, the steps she's trod,
Her hand was firm, but always true,
Her instruction felt, but always due,
He is a man, eternally...
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