He Is There c/p
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|Thu, 03-22-2012 - 7:18pm|
He Is There.
I see his face constantly looking down
On me; my dear father. Charlatans would
Have me believe I could reach out and drown
My sad sorrows, oh! if only I could.
“Empty it dad” I’d say and gladly so,
And once more “into the breach we’d go,
Closing walls with our English dead,” although,
Too late; he is dead already: I bow
My childish knee at his most noble grave,
Pay humble homage to a warrior
Who changed the world, gave life to me; God save
Us all, I think on him, not our Saviour,
And yes! I know full well that He is there,
Gods beware, this one is beyond compare.