Dove
On A Distant Oak
Lord…why
must I wait?
As
the Wolf Moon…pierces the January sky.
Help
me Lord…O God have mercy!
Frozen
fingers of the oak cry out…for a new day.
It
is so dark…can You hear my cry?
I
hear You…but You are so far away.
I
fear the verdict…a whitewashed tomb.
Dove
on a distant oak…teach me a new song!
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