Confession part 1
I feel like Lot sitting at the City's Gate
Yet knowing his fate I still sit and wait
Were that I was Abraham under the Oaks
Lured by the City's lites and sounds and sights
I no longer enjoy heavenly starry nights
Were that I was Jacob wrestling til the morn
Yet knowing his fate I still sit and wait
Were that I was Abraham under the Oaks
Lured by the City's lites and sounds and sights
I no longer enjoy heavenly starry nights
Were that I was Jacob wrestling til the morn
posted by Mr. MDH | 2/16/2006 08:24:00 PM
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