A Poem While Awaiting Execution
But from this earth, this grave, this dust,
My God shall raise me up, I trust.
January 27, 2020
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But from this earth, this grave, this dust,
My God shall raise me up, I trust.
Son, your wife you shall not chide, nor call her by no vile name, for she that shall lie by your side, to call her wicked, it is your shame.
Let all men know how empty and worthless is the power of kings!
A noble and respected astronomer travels for months to kneel before a child and pray, “O God, make haste to help me.”