Servitude
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So much
Like a wicker chair
used with fondness
for it's reliability and appropriateness in its setting
ratters and tears under the use of what it was create to do
But, another question
My leige?
Rivers of blood will wipe these London streets
Leading to one thing
Leading to me
I've done my duty
And I have done it well.
As I see the faces of all my peers passing by day to day,
Faces that give off more than just what is hidden by the grey.
I wonder how in the world I will make that absolute difference.
My soul is living;
My life I’m giving
To serve others, willing
At Christ’s own bidding
To help those crying
