Before I rend myself to sleep
in want of visage from on high -
I post a tablet at the door
and leave some pencils standing by
and soon the room goes dark
But I shall never kneel or pray -
I'm certain God would not condone
the crude vernacular of His
creation left alone.
Dec 30, 2012
Dec 30, 2012 at 10:07 AM UTC
Before I rend myself to sleep
in want of visage from on high -
I post a tablet at the door
and leave some pencils standing by
and soon the room goes dark
But I shall never kneel or pray -
I'm certain God would not condone
the crude vernacular of His
creation left alone.
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