Mike Coulter


The Question - Poem by Mike Coulter

the pangs of shame
the dreaded things
and all of life thats still

this life of fame
the painful stings
and all is for god's will

but shall we go
upon the land
where the blessed lord walks?

or shall we wait
until the date
when man is crushed by rocks?

This o' this, Tis not what we shall say
We mend ourselves like broken shelves
Crying all the way.

still i cry o still i cry,
shall we walk on the land
Where the blessed lord Walks?


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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 30, 2010



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