Lucifer And Christ Poem by james watkin

Lucifer And Christ



Perfect, from the Maker's hand, and pure
Did souls, straying off, deviant
Harden worlds' angel-fit erecting
To stepping-stones of perfecting?

Each through this wayward sense of freedom
By another's vain godly boast
Dropped, more dim, to an unending plight;
Til snatched back up of the true light.

Wednesday, October 2, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: spiritual
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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