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untitled Krista Turner
He sat on the mountainside Ranting and raving Pouting and doubting When the question came. “What are you doing here Sitting and quitting Not really committing When you should be glorifying my name!” He said, “They want me dead Pursuing and subduing Queuing for my undoing My future and death one in the same.” “How can I go on Proclaiming and exclaiming Inflaming and reclaiming Souls for You when it’s You I want to blame!” “I’m alone down here! Hiding and chiding Deriding and deciding If I want to go on with this game.” Then the storm came Quaking and shaking Booming and consuming Yet his life it did not claim. Then in a whisper Soothing and smoothing Alluring and reassuring “Thousands of others fight for my name!”
