Monday, 20 February 2012
Friends who leave
I have friends who leaves when the winter comes
And foes who stay and gives me a call
Although for ill and war enunciate
Yet better than swallow friends who did
In July plunder my gain -
And when the bitter locust all had ate
None returned with a grain accrued
But one solemn knock did sound
From a brother born for such trials.
I am empty without you my Lord Without you I am nothing. May I not forget you when I wake May I keep you with me through the day And may I ...