Shall I ever certain be when
Looking at any thing,
Lord, what is truth of what has been,
Maybe I’m ignoring.
Heart of man shall ever long for,
Blues don’t never change, Lord,
Minds can sense the grace of splendour,
Hope, I can now afford.
Standing midst the hole of all absurd, cries
Souls observing Christ,
Light of truth has shone the path of crosses,
Sufferers, delight!
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Author:
Adam Santesson (
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- Comment from author about the poem: The blues refers to the blues, that is, the music that the human heart entails.
- Category: Religion
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Comments2
Good write Adam.
Good write Dear Poet.
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