mercy
Have mercy on my soul, allow me, to let me go. Give me the strength to grow and let me reap what i sow. Bless me with an abundance of faith and fill my heart with love and never hate.
mercy
06-06-2009
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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