As Grevence Day Poem by John DeMello

as greevies day as do depart
with weary eyes no less
fixed apon the mornings sun
just as before days test
amongst the distance the tides doth high
dance with the moon at night that rest
in my mind the time draws near
all thought of fear has left
nows the time to think the lord
and take life to the next steep
sorrounded by a host of foes
fooling me no less
as the devil taunts me
with his bag of sin
this sin has no meaning to me
this meaning brought to an end