by Regina
Year: 
2019

From a boy's innocent heart,
you kept the rain
from falling on them,
with years of labor
in the sun's fire,
your skin ruddy and freckled,
burnished head of hair,
tall as the waving reeds.

Damn the injustice of
working so strongly
to please them,
benevolent son,
as your parents forsook you,
the loving Lord is gonna take you up.

Rough, broadened hands of a laborer,
you were still loyal,
your devotion
didn't come with a price-
yet, theirs did,
the loving Lord is gonna take you up.

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