Worthy art Thou, O Lord, of praise,
But ah! It's not in me.
My sinking heart I pray Thee raise
So shall I give it Thee.
In my distress I sought the Lord
When naught on earth could comfort give,
And when my soul these things abhorred,
Then, Lord, Thou said'st unto me, "Live."
When Sorrowes had begyrt me rovnd,
And Paines within and out,
When in my flesh no part was sovnd,
Today, I slayed the devil!
I found him
skulking in his lair…
Master only left old Mistus
One bright and handsome boy;
But she fairly doted on him,
He was her pride and joy.
When I am making poetry I'm good
And happy then.
I live in a deep world of angelhood
Afar from men.
The spring dawned after the biting chill,
Beams of sunlight filtered down,
Flakes of snow melted away,
And the whole world bathed in brilliant glow.
Don’t ask me to
just, be myself
I want to be much more than myself
You sat on the bed with a faraway look,
Aimlessly turning the pages of a book.
Silent tears flowing down your cheeks.
You have become all bones these last few weeks.
This is the beach, that will tell a story,
of death and destruction,
followed by war time glory.
At Omah beach, the Allies had landed