Thursday, October 22, 2009


When heart and mind,
In oneness find,
that truth burns like fire,

Soul and heart,
in sorrow start,
to churn with desire.

For my mind it says,
that I am great.
Alas! my heart denies,

For my heart it knows
the bitter truth,
that quietly hidden lies:

I am human,
child of God,
Mannequin of His,

I win and lose,
But I can never choose,
which victory I'm to take.

If I've won I've lost,
In loss I win,
Greatness is not my Grace,

If God the Lord names me good,
No man can steal my Win,
Then I am beyond disgrace.

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