James Stovall Poems

For years I did wander, a soul led astray,
Through taverns and pleasures, I wasted each day.
With laughter and liquor I silenced the cry
Of a conscience long buried, too stubborn to die.
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No arrows will sing from my bow;
The LORD grants His treasures at will.
My brothers have fletchers to fashion them so;
Their quivers grow heavy, mine still.
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I'm a loser,
I'm a failure,
I stand not up to measure,
I wish I could step the Tennessee Waltz.
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