The Weakerthans

Illustrated Bible Stories for Children


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Morning bright, rise
Go over your lines
Iron your carefully crafted disguise
We'd all like to sing

It's easy to sigh
To sprinkle a handful or plausible lies
Our buildings will rise, poke out our own eyes
Publicly smile and privately frown
A weeping reprise

Please hear my cries
I'd like to pull just this one building down
So turn off the sky
Head in my hands
Night keep me warm

White window-sill
Blinded by heart
Cut my hair short
"Eyeless in Gaza with the slaves at the mill"


Writer/s: John K Samson

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