LSS
LXXV
Call Him fake! That bait I would not
take!
Make your peace by craving all that’s
fake
And to your face I will sing to you
Without fear you are a shame times two
For you trample underfoot His Name
Free of stain with thoughts and claims
of fame
And knowing he does not His work do
For such as to His faith He is True
As I hold fast to my refusal
Of mud slings at my divine royal
From you or any who with putrid
Slurs try to drag down the slums and rid
My world of light shining from His Heart
To guide my steps for His my shepherd.
Curled from Bill F. Ndi ©2013 Little Sacred Songs
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