Sunday, November 8, 2009

Poetry by Craig

I am a weakling and I'm weeping
I'm lost, wondering what the cost
I'm to pay the price it seems like ice
I'm cold and wonder Why the thunder
I'm God's servant today so I'll have to pay
I'm in His Hands I have no bands
Thy Will be done even if be hung
His Plan we'll see at the end He'll be.

by Craig Hunter

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