Let my walls be salvation,
My gates be praise.
Let you be my brightness,
And the sun be ashamed.
Let you be my glory,
My everlasting light.
Let my mourning be ended,
With righteous delight.
Let my branch be planted,
The work of your hands...
Let a little one become a thousand,
At your command.
- Author: Valiantstar (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: April 30th, 2024 01:33
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 12
Comments5
what a nice little poem if ever there was ..
I am plagiarising
unless you are using someone else\'s words as a quote then you should first reference them accordingly, or be ashamed of yourself
Let this be a good write - it is!
No shame, the words are His: just rearrange!
Many great pleas for what would bring happiness and peace. Nicely done
Beautiful and powerful write 2871. 🙏
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