12/01/19 - Thoughts
It is such a strange thing
To hold in one’s hand
A storehouse of truth,
Though, instead, love a lie.
Why does one stare,
‘To the eyes of the King
And continue to spit
At His glorious throne?
And who is a man
That the sun should, in all,
Give its light and warmth,
Though he be a speck in the dust?
Though he be a speck in the dust?
- Ray
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