Rubai 108 Poem by Greg Oosterhouse

Rubai 108



I write like my pen is annointed.
With each pen stroke, evil becomes disjointed.
The Lord tells it what words to write.
To fight the good fight, it is appointed.

Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Topic(s) of this poem: evil
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