Poems from Nichole Holland
Would that grace were bred in us all,
Would that man's feet sprang as lightly.
Would that my hair waved as gently,
Would that my eyes shone...
Once more the water falls
Pouring down my cheeks
Hopelessness increases
Happiness chooses to flee
Flee to a realm unknown
Unattainable to...
A sick woman,
Her voice was strained.
Yet to the hearts of man,
A grateful thought remained.
The lyrics question
We are ready to meet Him...