His Poem by Sandra Black
His
A joy he bringeth to my face
His mere words lighten my pace
I lit up like a firework on Guy Fawkes night
Tis the most glorious sight
He lifts me from the depths of despair
Tis a feeling beyond compare
I know for sure he is my king
My master my lord my everything
He can bring a smile to my face
His name is a prayer I say while in chains
He comes and sets me free
I am now his irrevocably
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