My deft hands are tied
but i'm not a burnout hippie
throwing his hands waiting for E.T.
Father, I came home again
with two hands to hold my baby!
Ultimate Beauty (Psalm 27:4)
2 days ago
But Man, that offspring of corrupting Clay,
Subject to Err, and Subject to Decay:
In Hopes, Desires, Will, Power, a numerous Train,
Uncertain, Fickle, Impotent and Vain:
Must tire the Heav'nly Muse with endless Prayer,
And call the smiling Angels to his care.
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