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What can man profit from a fruitless tree?
Better to be thrown to the depths of the earth
But when all is gone a saving voice is heard
On a dead branch his body is pierced
His twigs may curl thorns defiled while weeds choke
I am found wanting in my infirmity
I thirst as the sun dries my lot
Three years of earnest planting
Three years and I’m still searching
Fruitless heart unfit for His Majesty
Listless, I shun your glory, leaves
Plucked like thistles from lord’s arms – I
Cut the years of barren prayers
In my lords wrath I plea
Strike not but in you mercy
You whose wages are free
You whose blood saved me
Tomorrow the world may cease
But my soul will rest in thee
- by cjcjfilefile |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 08/25/2009 |
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- Title: Barren Prayers
- Artist: cjcjfilefile
- Description: how do you see of prayers not granted? irritating right/
- Date: 08/25/2009
- Tags: barren prayers
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- ProfessorKC - 08/26/2009
- Religious poetry is the staple of Medieval and colonial eras. Read a little of that. I think you might learn a bit to aid you here since the core idea is a sound one but the presentation lacks a bit.
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