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Upon the breast of charity I seek
The comfort of a mercy without end,
A shelter from a strong but subtle wind
That rises to displace what words I speak;
And as I feel the warmth upon my cheek,
And hear the heart beneath that breast defend
The trust I place in strength that will not bend,
I find no shame in knowing I am weak.
The joy of such discovery is vast,
A cause for tears and hearty revelry;
To have the bonds of pride undone at last,
And recognize my own absurdity.
Though I cannot deny I stand aghast,
The comfort sought is given thus to me.Rick Deering |
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