Michael Silver

Rookie (12/17/95)

Mans Plea - Poem by Michael Silver

Where is my master, my dear master
Where is my Shepard, whom I call
Where is my father, who once comforted me
Who made my steps righteous
My tongue clean
Through the depths of Sheol I now wander
The gates of destruction light my way
The Devil has come to smite me
And Death sits on my chest
So as to take my soul
Where is your sword
That scares the night away
Where is your shield
That stopped the fiery missiles
Where is your shadow
That I once took rest in
Where is the mountain in the heavens
That I used to take guidance in

O god of gods
O master of masters
O shepherd of shepherds
Delight of the heavens
You stand before me now
Jehovah of Armies
Come and save your black sheep
Bring him to your kingdom on high
Come hear my plea
Just as the song of the heaven's
Usher me into your fold
Put me to rest underneath warm soil
But if you choose remember my name
Let your lips of truth kiss my unholy brow
So that my lying tongue can speak truth
May your hand guide my feet for eternity
So that I may never stumble
And tread on the path of everlasting life

Comments about Mans Plea by Michael Silver

  • (1/5/2013 9:20:00 PM)

    Yeah, its not one of my favorites. (Report)Reply

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  • (1/5/2013 1:08:00 AM)

    I like it, except for the born again christian overtones. ;) (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 4, 2013

Poem Edited: Saturday, January 5, 2013

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