The River

In the paradise of harmony
by the river of delights
I sat down and wept
when I remembered
each moment of self-satisfaction
until the king himself
embraced and clothed me
with the fragrance of the dawn
the perfume of grace
the scent of mercy
there I buried my senses and the past
in the fresh bouquet of hope renewed

A Christian poem by:  Michael Sawh

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