Quatrain of No Longer Walk
Can't
No longer can I walk,
nor run, nor sing the
praises of the
Lord,
Lightening struck, I was
shot then impaled,
with a warring
sword.
I have given up on being
renewed, God has
seen to that and
more,
I'll never again rumble with
my Maker, it's more
than I can
afford.
Yorktown Disciple
Can't
No longer can I walk,
nor run, nor sing the
praises of the
Lord,
Lightening struck, I was
shot then impaled,
with a warring
sword.
I have given up on being
renewed, God has
seen to that and
more,
I'll never again rumble with
my Maker, it's more
than I can
afford.
Yorktown Disciple
Order # 10721
Never
rumble
with
your
Maker
rumble
with
your
Maker
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Quatrain of No Longer Walk - 10721 - Yorktown Disciple
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