Maurice Harris Poems

'Lord, grant me the strength to get past
My overwhelming fears, and the pall they cast;
Grant me faith to overcome any and all doubt-
Should the spectre of dubiety lurk, cast it out;
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One day, not so long since passed, I heard those words, three-
I knew then and there, I had gained my beloved's ardor, truly!
It is I that she doth adore, she did share with me, the same;
As my heart surely hath been thieved-so too her's-I, amorously to blame!
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</>Happy Birthday America, tried and true;
235-years-old, but with precepts that keep you new-
Not enough say this, but 'I am so proud of You! ',
The colors that do not run-The Red, White And Blue!
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I will take this trial, I will take this tribulation-
I will turn it from a travesty, into a celebration
Of life, and lessons learned from same,
To Glorify my Heavenly Father in His Only Begotten Son's Name!
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'Not one day has ever passed MY life, ...since your Blessed birth,
Where I would not have traded my own life, for one day of mirth-
Which I know our long-sought consort would bring to me again-
As my heart's lament is never-ending, until this is what we win! '
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It is a fairy tale come, oh so very True-
Your Knight in Shining Armor, came straight to you,
Though even he needed lots of Intervention, Divine,
So that the two most Amazing personages, could finally combine
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You said very recently: 'We are waiting for you! '
I am here, through an Inspired Act of God, Beloved-now what do I do?
And you also said: , 'My.... what do I say to such loving thoughts? ? ? ? ? ? You know how I feel....',
Yes, yes I do Beloved, now ask yourself, how might I deal,
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But one simple, yet obvious fact remains, as has for nearly three years:

Love and hate have been engaged in a battle-love versus fears;
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My heart has been shattered, though I know not why!
Where before I saw beauteous blue, I now see dark sky!
Wherest has gone all my love, for it is with thee-
Thouest I know not why, you covet not me! ?
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You are the tree, I am the wind,
You alter my course, yet you also bend;
No longer is either the same after each-
I am the wind, be my tree, I do beseech!
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