Title: Stand Author: cynthiabaldwin
One word quietly Closes the door, Hands as perfect as death - "Blessed be thy lips, That shall utter The sacred names" - Strength will yield Softly to madness. Pride will kneel Humbly upon stone. Salvation is near, Repentance will follow - It will bring us to Our knees - so stand. Comments on "Stand"
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