Of Thee I Speak



A resting place where my soul may sit or lie
Where a gentle shadow lays its steady trace
Day or night
A story I can lean on and listen always
One who holds within
Like brushing leaves from a bench
Even if it be but the lightest burden of passing time
I long to run to you to lift it away
O Thee



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