House Of God Poem by VIPINS PUTHOORAN
House Of God
Shall I mount to a hope-hill
And draw my love with a bill.
Worm-eaten words of rude mouth-
Will wound no more my life path.
Lord! thou hast pour'd the light
From thy high and wide skies
To my lonely heart and my eyes
To cover the miles of dark night.
Anf I befriend with thy stars
To forget my tears.
I give you my heart, O Lord!
To live in the house of God.
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