Thursday, 22 June 2017

In And Out With A Shout

Clare, I miss you terribly,
And with deep regret I was a threat
To my modest-self, and sadly
I was a losing my odds of a fret.

I am better now, and hurt myself -
Into a pit of deteriorating health,
But with a wealth of pride
I no-longer side with how I did hide.

I was missing my faculties
But now with my own remedies
I am nurturing I without goodbye
As what is nigh is a Godly sigh.

I fell in love with Jesus
At a dwelling time of hardship,
He can still be a part of us
As we can continue our courtship.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 22/06/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

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