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Your Hand Over Pride
What is it about your hand?
That I refuse to take-
Even though I need the strength
Just to simply stand,
For none exists on my own.
Sinful pride, will you not let me fall?
Can I not wilt and bend,
Break,
To be brought up again,
By the gentle hand of another.
How pretty is my pride.
Until the petals wearily fall.
That I refuse to take-
Even though I need the strength
Just to simply stand,
For none exists on my own.
Sinful pride, will you not let me fall?
Can I not wilt and bend,
Break,
To be brought up again,
By the gentle hand of another.
How pretty is my pride.
Until the petals wearily fall.
Published 28th Mar 2013
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