Had I been ready to pray,
When we sat beneath the oak,
What would have I to say,
If I hadn’t listened to these folk.
It’s not that careless I came,
Or that my spirit’s stern,
But nothing is the same
When I hear the oak and fern.
Tag: Pray
When you speak
When you speak I hear a song
That is ointment to my soul.
What will happen
If I hear you pray?
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