Joel O-H Poems

Grace
Keeps me from falling
Grace
Keeps me standing
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As I kneel to pray
Loud noises in my heart
One calls me prey
And breaks my heart
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The eye screams of Love
But the pocket agrees not
The ice creams of Love
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While I waste on vain altars
Caring not my Master's scars
Comfort I find in gutters
Seeing not I lost my stars
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The first cry of birth
Ushering eternal existence
Man is born
Never to end
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