Lord, Who createdst man in wealth and store,
Though foolishly he lost the same,
Decaying more and more,
Till he became
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With Thee O let me rise, As larks, harmoniously, And sing this day Thy victories: Then shall the fall further the flight in me......nice inscription. A beautiful poem is nicely executed. Five stars.
Magisterial it is, to think, 'tis not starvation makes you thin
Mindfully written with spiritual insight..