God Save Us From Ourselves

God Save Us From Ourselves

A Poem by Foxemerald
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Sometimes the worst enemy that we face is our own souls, and may God keep us from our natural failings ~

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God Save Us From Ourselves

 

So tender with thrumming life,

rushing forth in swirling torrent,

swishing madness I can feel it,

feel our course to Satan's mire.

 

Likened to an eerie drumbeat,

and loose the songs of sunlit day,

down we go into the torrent,

wishing we could feet the sunlight-

 

Keep me locked in sun-framed meadows,

pray for my bended soul to-

hold me safely, in the arms of graceful,

singing doves with steadfast wings.

 

Lock me in your arms forever,

God my God I'll hold you closer,

As you fill my heart with grace,

and please just hold me close to thee.

 

I will ever keep you Word and,

Will fall to untouched sleep,

the toils of my labor sailing,

away from my supine resting.

 

God my God you are my rock and,

Forever I will with you keep,

the songs of day that you provide us,

even when we're lost in sleep.

and out of fire and torture keep,

our hearts locked away from dregs,

Oh Lord-

keep us out of Hades send us,

send us where our longings meet!

The songs of untouched merit, cresting-

o'er our hearts, in shadowed ways,

to teach us humble gain and profit,

so we might learn from sinful ways,

our irksome humanity feels no censure,

for we-

My God are human works with error-

we need to see the light of merit,

from Heaven or we will-

perish in the dark tonight as we,

fall to sleep-

so soundly keep us from darkness.

© 2014 Foxemerald


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