No praise will pass these lips again
In exultation of mere mortal men
Who long since now be ash and dust
Wanton fragrance of lingering lust
Though feats of valor I’ll never despise
(My failed attempts much more denied)
Born twice, I die daily. Serious about Jesus. What I write you may not want to read. Okay. I write what I believe and what I learn from others, just like you.