My Helper


To the hills do my eyes pan-

gazing at sculptous cordilleras

oscillating five-sworded tentacles through the seas

Owch! That's cold

 A glance at the living creatures

Ohh! Majestic

To Abba does my call go

From thence my aid and succor be

And unending-unfaltering strength

For in Thee I am free


  • Author: Cesuke (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 16th, 2022 19:00
  • Category: Spiritual
  • Views: 12


  • crypticbard

    Yes! To the hills do my eyes pan, and to Abba does my call go, from thence my aid and succour be. And in Thee am I forever free.

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