Seize Not My Treasure From Me, Because I'm Far Too Great To Crawl At Your Feet - Poem by alan brown
The day was long and tedious
the heat was hard to bear
The life of man was ending
to this I had to swear.
The trees were burning brightly
as the smoke blacked out the sky
I remember standing there thinking
who, when, and why?
The rivers were overflowing
as they traveled to he sea.
While the birds and animals scattered
never to be seen.
This world of ours was ending
as I went down on one knee
Seize Not My Treasure From Me,
Because I'm Far Too Great
To Crawl At Your Feet
All I want is forgiveness
Until my god I meet.
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