Ramblings of a Reformed Romantic
Thoughts from a sinner saved by matchless grace.
Monday, February 14, 2011
Alliteration, an apropos addition.
weak, weary, I wilt;
blundering, bumbling, being other than I am;
Sleep, which sometime shuts up sorrow's eyes,
restore my spirit, rekindle the fire, ready me to face the new day.
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