John Dustman


Last Lap - Poem by John Dustman

No matter how I'm sliced
I want to be with Christ
To walk that very path
While shedding all the wrath
To claim just what is mine
Preserved for me in brine
Anointed with sweet oil
Released from all the toil
Oh, won't it be just great
Prepaid by love not hate


Dumple ~ April,2006


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 19, 2006

Poem Edited: Wednesday, April 19, 2006


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