Angel's Toe - Poem by robin DeWalt
I've never seen an angel's toe
laced in golden thong
but I have seen the devil's hand
in every deed that's wrong.
Where is the flute, the harp, and fife
to play me through this silent life?
If only God would breathe in me
a deeper faith to set me free;
I'd dropp my burdens gratefully
and rest on shores I cannot see.
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